Neil shrinks a little bit, arms even tighter over his chest. Goodnight and Billy have been constant and present throughout this entire situation. That isn't the point, though, not when he's struggling with the whole bit of it. All he wanted was to get through the year. He just wants one senior year to go well.

That's maybe a little morbid. He picks himself delicately away from the thought.

"I don't know why everybody keeps acting like telling me they're here to help will change the fact that I already screwed the first go around." Neil shrugs a little bit. "I have the summer to fix it. I'm mad enough at myself, I don't need you telling me what I should have done differently."