Neil can't help the weak chuckle at the dispute. "After this." A hand gesture. "Dunno." Not many can say he wasn't horrible after putting his lover through this.

Everything becomes lighter and heavier at once, and it's a wonder he's still sitting up in some way. "I wore...tribal wear," he says suddenly, the non-sequitur fitting smartly in his mind. "Made...that swamp...bearable."