Simon was busy piling spring rolls on his second plate when Neil tensed up at the question, and he knew he'd hit a sore spot. Welp.
"Dude, it's ok, you don't have to talk about it if it's hard," He assured Neil, "Should've known that shit is brutal. I guess I can't think of something that could land you here that isn't pretty intense... So that was a dumb question. Sorry."
He balanced the tray on one arm as he went to fill a cup with soda from the dispenser. A heinous amount of food was stuffed onto a relatively small surface area, so it was a bit of a wonder he'd managed to balance it all. Once Simon's drink had been taken care of he stood next to Neil and scanned the tables.
"Over there."
He led them to a small two-person table by a window, setting down his tray and glass. He'd asked Neil about what had happened to him, hoping to get a direct answer. Even if he hadn't gotten an answer at all, he still owed Neil the same courtesy, right? Maybe Simon had presumed too much about their closeness; they were internet friends, after all, but maybe that didn't mean the same thing to Neil.
"I won't get into the details now, but I, uh," How did you say that you were born to be an antichrist and now had a demon riding piggyback on your soul without sounding like a psycho waiting to happen? "...Had some intense anger issues. I messed up and things got bad, so I figured it'd be safer for everyone back home if I ended up here where people can keep an eye on me."
Instead of making eye contact he turned to his food, popping a spring roll in his mouth and only glancing back briefly to catch Neil's reaction.
"Dude, it's ok, you don't have to talk about it if it's hard," He assured Neil, "Should've known that shit is brutal. I guess I can't think of something that could land you here that isn't pretty intense... So that was a dumb question. Sorry."
He balanced the tray on one arm as he went to fill a cup with soda from the dispenser. A heinous amount of food was stuffed onto a relatively small surface area, so it was a bit of a wonder he'd managed to balance it all. Once Simon's drink had been taken care of he stood next to Neil and scanned the tables.
"Over there."
He led them to a small two-person table by a window, setting down his tray and glass. He'd asked Neil about what had happened to him, hoping to get a direct answer. Even if he hadn't gotten an answer at all, he still owed Neil the same courtesy, right? Maybe Simon had presumed too much about their closeness; they were internet friends, after all, but maybe that didn't mean the same thing to Neil.
"I won't get into the details now, but I, uh," How did you say that you were born to be an antichrist and now had a demon riding piggyback on your soul without sounding like a psycho waiting to happen? "...Had some intense anger issues. I messed up and things got bad, so I figured it'd be safer for everyone back home if I ended up here where people can keep an eye on me."
Instead of making eye contact he turned to his food, popping a spring roll in his mouth and only glancing back briefly to catch Neil's reaction.
