"Gosh, I know how that is," Neil says, because he does. Even when he's talking about good things, it gets heavy sometimes. And that's not to mention everything else, the things he mentions sometimes, and the other things, the stuff he doesn't talk about at all.

He gets the door, an instinctive gesture even if Caleb's a little bit taller and broader than him.

"But really, you could have said. I work at a cafe, I could have brought some tea." Neil laughs a little. "I don't know shit about tea, but I could have brought some at least. Now I feel like a shill."