God, he hates this place. This whole wasteland. His kid was a mess before, yeah, but this place is just ruining for Neil. Alex reaches to touch his cheek again, to draw attention away from his misery. "Hey," he prompts. "My bad. I told you that you didn't need to think about all of that right now, didn't I? Then I go and start talking again."
This is fucking with your head, kid. To the point in which you have periods where you're not even talking to me. "Neil, how about right now? What do you want?" It's still unfair, Alex knows, but he has to ask it. "Do you want to sleep? Want more meds? Want me to knock you out or fuck you unconscious?" He smiles at the last, an obvious joke. "Let me help you, huh? What do you need?"
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This is fucking with your head, kid. To the point in which you have periods where you're not even talking to me. "Neil, how about right now? What do you want?" It's still unfair, Alex knows, but he has to ask it. "Do you want to sleep? Want more meds? Want me to knock you out or fuck you unconscious?" He smiles at the last, an obvious joke. "Let me help you, huh? What do you need?"