Something wasn't quite right there but Neal was far too gone to even notice and he waved his good hand dismissively. The one thing that could help push Neal's sincere buttons was someone looking that unhappy because of him. In his medicated state, he didn't think too much about what she said, just that he'd gotten them both in so he might as well play along.
"Hey, I don't want to be... alien food... or find out what they do with... dead people... in space... So it's okay."
Shaking his head a little, Neal tried to clear his thoughts. It wasn't working well, but at least he could string sentences coherently. This time around, it would appear if he had been concussed it was cured by the extraterrestrial shot.
"What... else did you tell them??"
Neal really hoped she hadn't made it sound like they'd been doing anything suspicious. He'd take her out to dinner that night if it kept them from being put in prison. Flowers, dancing, all of it. Neal wasn't about to take any chances in a futuristic world, no universe, that he'd been in for less than a day.
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"Hey, I don't want to be... alien food... or find out what they do with... dead people... in space... So it's okay."
Shaking his head a little, Neal tried to clear his thoughts. It wasn't working well, but at least he could string sentences coherently. This time around, it would appear if he had been concussed it was cured by the extraterrestrial shot.
"What... else did you tell them??"
Neal really hoped she hadn't made it sound like they'd been doing anything suspicious. He'd take her out to dinner that night if it kept them from being put in prison. Flowers, dancing, all of it. Neal wasn't about to take any chances in a futuristic world, no universe, that he'd been in for less than a day.