There's pressure against his thigh, and another's eyes on his. Neil blinks as Alex expands upon his choice, apology, and want. Continues watching as things are said.

When the other finishes, Neil looks away, settling on the ceiling. He stares at the lines of metal and piping for a long minute, until his mind finds the words to say. There fortunately isn't much to give.

"You were right, though," are the words. "All this time. I'm just living my life with ghosts." Ignoring the present. Sabotaging the future. Cutting off the one person who might actually give a damn about him.

He glances back to Alex. "It's fine. No harm, no foul."