The mention of therapy makes Neil a little flighty. It's a thing that sick people do, back home. It's not a judgment, more like a concern. Is therapy supposed to be rough? Neil doesn't know. He just remembers a single hissed threat of an institution one time, and then he never let his parents know how deeply, deeply unhappy he was ever again.

"No, that's fine," he says, without missing a moment. He smiles. "If I'd known, I would have brought you something from work. Do you want to get lunch first?"