You held Young Neil in your arms, spooning him on his bed. With nights like these at Neil's house, with his parents fighting, Young Neil couldn't sleep without the comfort of your arms wrapped around him. You two could both hear his parents yelling at each other. Something about his dad's distanceness or whatever. It didn't matter. You two ignored it. Young Neil was obviously little spoon, as he needed the comfort. He had one of his hands on your arm. He was bundled up in your sweater.