If Sayeeda looked stunned, Neil looked mortified. He didn't know if it was the booze, the tiredness, or the air on the new planet they just arrived on after having flown for three days but he...somehow couldn't process the information smoothly. He was going to give her a bit more backstory on how he screwed over Saxon a few times in their game of cat and mouse but, this new information dawning and the red in Junebug's cheeks. He had a 404 blue screen error. 

He stumbled off the bed, his back crashing into the wall as his breathing grew labored. [i]Calm down, you're having a panic attack and can't function properly. She's looking at you[/i]. Sayeeda was, up and face worried like Neil had been hit by a sniper from one of the windows. "What?" she demanded, standing up and rushing to him, though she could see nothing had hit him. He wouldn't speak immediately, instead stumbling away from her. "Neil, what?" 

"Anyone but him. Not him." was all he could muster, until he realized he was acting crazy. It had to be R.I.P. nerves one got after having been in the void for so long, but that didn't little to help him. He suddenly yelled, his voice cracking. "I'm tired of this shit! I'm..." He suddenly looked less like a cornered animal, and more like a wounded one. "I'm sorry about Woods." the pilot breathed. "Look I only got with her because she reminds me of you, ok?" 

He was beginning to talk rapidly, as if her look was as intimidating as being interrogated in a system precinct. "I like you, alright? Like...romantically. And if you don't like that, that's fine. But not Saxon. That is totally something my head cannot wrap around and the image is in my head and I don't know how to get it out. You are badass and beautiful. I've had a thing for you since Fornax and I never said anything because we piss off space Gods for a living and my first girlfriend is fucking dead. I just never thought that my worst enemy would like you but if I have to fight him I will. I'm just..." 

He blinked, looking at his hands with wide eyes, as if he just committed a murder. "I just did something stupid, didn't I?" He asked. The silence was deafening, and he placed his hand over his eyes and sighed loudly. He didn't know what he would do next, though he'd calmed. "I think I'll just uh, sleep in the other room alright? Ok cool." 
[@Penny]