Neil hums a little bit, leaning his head back. He dumps his cigarette butt into the half finished drink and then sort of leaves that between them as he starts a second cigarette. Having the liquid makes a neat and convenient ashtray for the moment.

"I didn't mean whether it's important or unimportant," he says thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling. "Of course it's important, no matter what. Because it's you, no matter what it is."

But he nods, though, blowing smoke up and away from them.

"I'm sorry," he says after a second, low and solemn. "That I always get so caught up with whoever I'm with that I just...disappear on you. I should be better. I should know when things are wobbly for you, just like you know for me. But I...I'll get better. I want to get better." He looks down and smiles a little. "And if you want a little advice on figuring things out, I do have a lot of practice at that."