Re: quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere
[He laughed a dry, quiet little laugh when she said there were things he was good at. Humorless. It slipped out, Neil didn't intend for her to hear. And there was nowhere he was comfortable now that wasn't a bar, because he didn't want to go home, and he sure as hell wasn't crashing on Cris' couch.] Don't say that. [Inhale. Exhale.] If anything, me being here isn't good for you. [His brow furrowed.] You deserve better. But... once you're out of here, you'll be taken care of, I promise. [He was good for that much, at least.]