"Yeah, I remember." He'd avoided it, mostly. Taken one look at that other Neil and decided the whole mess was too fucking weird and only got weirder as he saw people he knew or didn't know. And maybe he'd been afraid of running into another version of himself, finding out what he might have been as a front sectioner or as someone who died too soon or too late.

"Well then, I'm fucking glad you're the real you," he said, finishing his drink and putting the cup down a little harder on the table than was necessary for emphasis.