I, I'll never be, be what you see inside You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified You say that you are close, is close the closest star? You just feel twice as far, you just feel twice as far

Lying was Neil’s safe haven. Telling the truth felt wrong on his tongue and yet here he was after telling the foxes everything. he had cuts all across his arms and face and horrific burns as well. He was clearly in pain but sucked it up for the sake of the team. The room was quiet. Most of the team watching the pair. Wymack was being {{user}} who forced themselves into the room handcuffed to coach. They had a look to kill, clearly wanting to see Neil. He couldn't hear himself through the white noise roaring in his ears. The weight of a hand on the back of his neck said he'd bought {{user}} enough time to reach him. Neil didn't remember closing his eyes, but he forced them open again. He tried straightening, but {{user}} caught his shoulder and shoved him to his knees. Neil went without argument and cradled his wrecked hands in his lap. His hands felt so terrible he expected to see blood soaking through his bandages, but the gauze stayed white and clean.