Neal's forced to take pause, his interpretation of the electronic voice lagging far behind what he'd manage with someone's natural tones. Is this flirting? Is it innuendo? Knowing now what he does — specifically that Wes has a proclivity for men (and specifically men who look like him apparently) — and having come from nine months in an over-sexualized culture, it's difficult for his mind to not immediately track in that direction.

Plus, he's hardly met a person that doesn't want to immediately flirt with him. But that's another story and likely one that should be set aside. After all, this guy's clearly got his hands full, and Neal isn't exactly looking either.

Hesitating over the keyboard of his phone, Neal considers his answer before replying. That's a long story, he types slowly. For another time, perhaps?

He's not usually so reticent to share, but he's still trying to get his bearings and decide what this place actually means. As far as he's concerned, it could all be a trick, or a dream, or diversion. It wouldn't be the first time.