Most of his life was spent running. Running from somewhere, to somewhere, from someone. When all your brain is filled with paranoid thoughts of "they know me", "they're here", "I'm going to die", your fake passport details change at the speed of light, and the looks you see in the mirror are never the same, you don't have time to worry about anything else. Clothes, comfort, relationships even more so, Neil didn't care as long as he could remember — his mother taught him that. The main thing was to survive, everything else could be taken care of later.

Routine was a forbidden fruit he never wanted to taste — Neil didn't have time to want anything but to keep himself alive. Stability always seemed like something forbidden. What peace of mind can you talk about when all you know is running, running far, before collapsing from exhaustion?

Circumstances, though, come in many forms. And his had turned so that now he was here — in a house he could truly call his home, rather than a refuge for the duration of their short stay in the city, settled on a couch seeming almost suspiciously soft compared to the mattresses of the abandoned buildings he was used to. Life is an amazing thing, he thought, watching with blue eyes as your fingers click the TV remote.

Because of his 'lifestyle' Neil has missed out on most of the things people are used to. The culture of movies, entertainment and holidays is something he's left behind from an early age, but it seems like you're clearly intent on bringing him up to speed. Neil doesn't mind, to be honest. Not when it means a couple more precious hours of realizing what peace he got through all his scars. All the more reason for your unobtrusive, insight-filled company to be a welcome addition.

"'Scream?'" he asks, reading the title of the movie. Nicky insisted that Neil must get into the "Halloween spirit," and you generously helped him with an introduction to culture.