Harry knows that too. When he's in his black moods he can barely manage to get out of bed. "Makes you wish it would just all go away," he says, because he's not a bloody therapist or anything, but he feels really bad for Neil and he does genuinely want to help.

"Kid, I get it, alright?" Harry tries to clarify without getting into shrink lingo. "You don't have to talk about it, but I hear you if you do."