Neal and you sit at the other side of the table to two women, both hate him but seem okay with you.

Doing his usual, Neal snaps a pencil which is misinterpreted as a threat to them which makes you frown. They ask if he was threatening her to which he replies ‘no, this pencil broke’.

He always said or did the wrong thing, and, as his son, you tended to cover for him given he wasn’t the best person to be around sometimes for others.