Neal closes his eyes. “Bad timing. Or ironic timing. One of the two. Both.”
He pauses, but only long enough to get his thoughts in order. Malcolm asked. He wants to know. “Daisy and I fell in together… pretty early. It was intense, everything was intense, and…”
Neal shakes his head. “A couple of days after Daisy and I decided to… do whatever we were doing, you found me cooking in the kitchen at 1306. We talked, it… came around to the question of whether or not we get to choose who we are. The kind of people we are.”
He stares into space for a moment. “You were kind. Kind, and stubborn, and then you kissed me on the cheek and I… kissed you on the mouth.”
A quietly ironic noise. “But I’d promised Daisy… maybe not explicitly, but I was with her. I didn’t see then who the better choice was. By the time I did, you were with Raylan.”
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He pauses, but only long enough to get his thoughts in order. Malcolm asked. He wants to know. “Daisy and I fell in together… pretty early. It was intense, everything was intense, and…”
Neal shakes his head. “A couple of days after Daisy and I decided to… do whatever we were doing, you found me cooking in the kitchen at 1306. We talked, it… came around to the question of whether or not we get to choose who we are. The kind of people we are.”
He stares into space for a moment. “You were kind. Kind, and stubborn, and then you kissed me on the cheek and I… kissed you on the mouth.”
A quietly ironic noise. “But I’d promised Daisy… maybe not explicitly, but I was with her. I didn’t see then who the better choice was. By the time I did, you were with Raylan.”