Part of him doesn’t care the other part is nervous Neil would say something but his face says he doesn’t care. He still keeps his arm bands on, only cuz he secretly enjoys matching with Neil. He’s standing in the kitchen, no shirt and with bed hair. When Neil walks out he smiles to himself. Because he’s happy to see Andrew more comfortable around their space.

He walks behind Andrew, and he taps him on his waist in a silent question. Andrew nods and Neil wraps him arms around Andrew’s waist loosely and fits his face into the curve of Andrew’s neck. “Junkie.” Andrew mumbles, but on the inside he’s relaxed and happy.

First time meeting Andrew: "Andrew Minyard didn't look like much in person, blonde and five feet even."

“Who said ‘please’ that made you hate the word so much?”

Andrew gazed at him in silence for a minute. “I did.”

Neil didnt know what answer he’d been expecting but this wasn’t it. He felt like a pop to his chest, sharp and startling. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but what could he possible say to something like that?

Andrew tolerated his blanks stare only for a couple seconds before waving this all off as inconsequential and uninteresting. “He said I would stop if I said it.”

“You believed him,” Neil guessed.

“I was seven,” Andrew said. “I believed him.”

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