Andrew ignored him, but Neil didn’t mind. He was content for now to look, arms folded over the back of his seat and chin propped on a forearm. He didn’t know what he was looking for. Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own. Despite that, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew’s pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seem almost gold. Whatever it was, it was disorienting.
Like i literally cannot stop thinking about Andrew getting off his meds and seeing Neil and just stalling completely because it was SUPPOSED TO BE THE DRUGS so why is his heart still stuttering like that over the bruises on his face and then Neil says if it means losing you then no and Andrew feels his heart fall into his stomach because oh shit it really wasn’t the drugs it’s just Neil and he’s in way over his fucking head and this can only end in heartbreak
Andrew: Don’t make me hurt you. I don’t want blood in my ice cream.
Also Andrew: Just Bee! Bee being stupid. Bee being! Ha!
Andrew: Truth is irrefutable and untainted by bias. Sunrise, Abram, death: these are truths.
Also Andrew: It wasn’t me, it was the one armed man!
Andrew: Hell hath no fury. Is your spine the spine of the righteous? Are you trying your best to step on my toes because you’re feeling the tragic weight of the holier than thou?
also Andrew: Congratulations are in order, I suppose! Since I have none to give, I will tell the others to respond appropriately.
Andrew: Don’t look at me like that. I am not your answer, and you sure as fuck aren’t mine.
okay so andrew KNOWS he thought neil was pretty, so WHAT possessed him to put neil in nice clothes. like? did he think the fact that the attractive clothes and the attractive neil would cancel each other out? this isn’t algebra, andrew, you’re just making him PRETTIER, like
andrew, staring down attractive clothes and knowing neil is attractive: two wrongs make a right, isn’t that how the saying goes
nicky: i don’t think-
andrew: no no, i’m pretty sure i’m right
nicky: andrew-
andrew, knowing full well what he’s doing: no. no. i am 100% positive i’m right
Andrew: Don’t make me hurt you. I don’t want blood in my ice cream.
Also Andrew: Just Bee! Bee being stupid. Bee being! Ha!
Andrew: Truth is irrefutable and untainted by bias. Sunrise, Abram, death: these are truths.
Also Andrew: It wasn’t me, it was the one armed man!
Andrew: Hell hath no fury. Is your spine the spine of the righteous? Are you trying your best to step on my toes because you’re feeling the tragic weight of the holier than thou?
also Andrew: Congratulations are in order, I suppose! Since I have none to give, I will tell the others to respond appropriately.
fellas is it gay to buy a boy you just met tight black clothes and let him drive your very expensive car that no one else not even your own brother can drive and bargain away your secrets including the only place that is truly yours just so that you can spend time with him one on one and give him a key to your house and also promise to protect him from his murderous serial killer father and his people and tenderly brush you fingers along his back and then sit and listen to him talk about his life for hours without breaking eye contact once and wrap up his wounds and wash his hair and wear his clothes and offer him your knives which are the only things that make you feel safe and put your hand on the back of his neck to stop him spiralling into panic and buy him matching armbands and tell him that his name is one of three truths and strangle one of the people you promised to protect to get answers and almost get shot by the fbi trying to get to him and literally refuse to leave his side and then break the guy who’s made literally everyone you care about’s life a misery’s arm instead of killing him right then and there just to make sure said boy is okay? asking for a friend
