“It didn’t feel that way,” Neal says, and realizes he never has before. “It felt like you… used what you knew about people leaving me to get me somewhere private so you could…”

He looks away again. That’s not why they’re here. “The point is, I don’t know what to say about this, because I can’t stop feeling like I’m being left again. That’s not exactly a space where I can provide level-headed advice.”