There's no recognition and Roy can't work out if he's more relieved or annoyed. If Neil doesn't know who he is, then he's not helping just because this is Roy fucking Kent sitting on a bus bench with him. But if he doesn't know who he is, then what the hell is Roy supposed to do now? Just be Roy?
"Yeah, alright," he agrees. What the hell else is he supposed to do? Sit here like a sad fucking prick on a bench until the sun sets and he's still alone and confused and in pain? Seems bloody stupid.
"You don't know who I am," he says, just to be sure. He braces his hand on the back of the bench and levers himself to his feet. "Just... no bloody clue who Roy Kent is, right?"
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"Yeah, alright," he agrees. What the hell else is he supposed to do? Sit here like a sad fucking prick on a bench until the sun sets and he's still alone and confused and in pain? Seems bloody stupid.
"You don't know who I am," he says, just to be sure. He braces his hand on the back of the bench and levers himself to his feet. "Just... no bloody clue who Roy Kent is, right?"