UMC, In Person - Neil/Louis
[Louis comes in late and sits down at Neil's bedside. He looks unspeakably tired, but, then again, that's been a mostly consistent state for the past year or two. He's holding a cup of steaming hospital coffee in his hands. He places a small gold box on the stand beside the bed, and watches Neil, head bowed, from under his eyelids. He doesn't want to wake him if he's asleep, so he sits, quietly.]