The statement is unexpected, pleasantly so, and Neil Park feels sick just thinking it. He fucked over this guy; feeling good about being worried over was inherently, undeniably selfish.

Sobs sit close to his throat, but Neil manages to force them down, his mind running through the excuses. 'Didn't really think about how long it was gonna take.' 'Sounded like a good opportunity.' 'Wanted to help that mom.' Excuses. He can't bring himself to say any of it.

Instead, he only has room for one thing. "Sorry." He swallows harshly and looks away. "Sorry..."