[ Neil's lips thin a little, because how can anyone tell him what to do when he looks at his twin's face and can see the tiny wrinkles that seven years have left there. Seven years that Neil's never going to live. Never going to age.
Nobody can tell him that.
So instead of being angry, he lets out a breath, the curve of is mouth relaxing into a small smile. ]
Thank you, Reid. It is appreciated, and I might even take you up on it. Just as soon as I stop running in circles in my own mind. Yeah?