"No, I know I didn't do anything wrong, I just--I picked the wrong thing to write about this time." Neil shrugs a bit. He presses it all down, down, where it belongs in his chest, and it feels a bit like trying to repack something that's exploded, something that won't fit now, but he tries anyway.

It will have to fit for now.

"I'll be alright. Just...frustrated. It's the first I've had something this rough since I've been here. But I--it's hardly the worst."