Neil and Andrew aren't really the hugging type, but there's this morning — Neil is lost in his thoughts, not pleasant ones, leaning against the kitchen counter. Andrew has just woken up, he enters the room still half-asleep and, without thinking, the first thing he needs to do is walk toward Neil to cup his chin and check the scar left on his cheekbone since the last match. Neil has no reaction, until Andrew, a bit dizzy from sleep inertia and getting up too fast, almost collapses against him. Neil hugs his waist with one arm to help him restore his balance. Then, without even thinking about it, his body just searching for comfort to escape his thoughts, he rests his cheek on Andrew's head, breathing in the scent of his hair. Andrew doesn't move. He just leans more comfortably against him and closes his eyes for a minute. It's short. It's unusual. But when they move apart, both feel calm and warm, a rare and precious feeling.