Neil smokes for a moment, just lingering in the comfort of a gesture that he's picked up and that he's so deliberately avoided over these months as much as possible. The question that Rosie raises freezes him. It's not the question, per se, or maybe it is, but the way that she asks it.

He looks up at her, and it's with such a wound, such an absolute betrayal of the spirit of their friendship.

"Did you know?" he asked, soft and devastated. "Christ, Rosie, if I'd known he was all hung up on his boyfriend back home--that's a different thing, I could have worked with that from the start if he'd just told me, but nobody told me--!"