Neal follows him, pulling on a button-up and slacks and leaving it at that. It hurts to move his shoulder too much, and he's getting paranoid. "Okay. All right. I just thought..."
He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I don't know what I thought. I don't know what I'm thinking."
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He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I don't know what I thought. I don't know what I'm thinking."