neil doesn’t get it
“You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.” “I’m not a hallucination,” Neil said, nonplussed. “You are a pipe dream,” Andrew said.
Either Andrew had confiscated Nicky’s copy or he’d gone out and gotten Neil one of his own. Neither option made much sense to Neil.
“Tell your pet psycho to knock it off before he cripples someone.” “I don’t think he’ll listen to me,” Neil said. “You and I both know he will. Now get going.”
"Just promise me this isn’t going to be a problem.” “What?” Neil asked. “I can’t tell if you’re being obtuse to fuck with me or if you’re really that dumb,” Wymack said. When Neil just stared blankly at him, Wymack rubbed his temples as if warding off a headache. “I would pity you, but Andrew’s right. I don’t get paid enough to get involved in this. Figure it out yourself—on your
Neil sat sideways in his chair, facing Andrew, and said, ”Why does Roland think you're tying me down?“
Neil wasn’t sure he should keep pushing, but if he didn’t get the truth now he knew he never would. ”I didn’t think I was a personal problem. You hate me, remember?“
“You hate me, remember?” "Every inch of you,” Andrew said. “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.” The world tilted a little bit sideways. Neil dug his shoes harder into the floor so he wouldn’t fall over. “You like me.” “I hate you,” Andrew corrected him, but Neil barely heard him. For a dizzying moment, he understood.