Okay, so this had just gone from traumatic to just irritating. It was like someone was mocking him with the familiarity, because yeah, Neil knew who the guy was, and he knew whose eyes he was meant to be seeing this from. Maybe it was a sign of just how accustomed he'd become to crazy shit that he didn't question how this was happening. He knew he wasn't going crazy, and he couldn't hallucinate stuff like this, which only left one other option. In a world where fictional characters could exist in people's minds, apparently anything was possible.
"Really?" He groaned into his hands, momentarily hung up on the fact that the son of a bitch had kissed him. No, not him-- her. Whatever. It made him wonder if there was going to be some kind of fucking ridiculous love triangle on this side too, but the fear sort of drowned that out. He'd never felt anything like it, and he hadn't known she was that afraid. Maybe he should have, but he hadn't, and it explained a hell of a lot, that fear.