Re: coffee: sam & neil
"A difference in personality," he agreed. "I know I'm passive. I like to think I've become less so in the past few years, but... I'm not as passionate about things as you are." It wasn't a bad thing. Sometimes she crashed and burned, but in a way Neil admired her desire to get the most out of life. It just wasn't a desire he shared. He rolled his eyes when she held up a finger for him to wait, not overly concerned about whatever it was she intended on doing. It wasn't as though he worked here, and a quick sweep around showed that none of his associates or business partners seemed to be in the vicinity.
He didn't blame her for Micah. No one had made the man do what he'd done, no one had forced him to become a psychopath. That was on him. "No. You shouldn't imagine it." Doing what needed to be done didn't mean he'd enjoyed it. As for visiting with Louis, he shook his head. "Not yet. I should wait until after Zatanna does whatever she's doing. Hopefully, afterward, he'll be... fixed. Cured. Whatever we're calling it." He appreciated the touch to his shoulder, his smile saying as much. "This place piles on the stress. It isn't very fond of giving us a break."
Her teasing insult earned her a nudge. "Don't call me that. It's juvenile," but he wasn't being serious, and even though he had a feeling the worst case scenario was likely to happen he just sighed. "Okay." They might as well give it a shot. He pretended to move back when her toes touched his chest again, and he tipped his head back to look at her when she stood. "No, I didn't, and I wasn't avoiding you." Eyebrow raise.
When she yelled, everyone turned to look. Some were annoyed, some confused, others clearly found it funny and reached for cell phones. Neil, however, merely shook his head. "Christ. That was loud."