Sep 1, 2020
Neil’s hand trails out the window to catch at the air current, and his smile is unbearably wide. “Where are we even going?” he finally shouts, above the whoosh of the wind and a man crooning through the speakers about trouble, turned up.
“Who knows,” says Andrew, and he feels free, for the first time in…maybe ever, and the flash of Neil’s blue eyes says he knows, he’s in the same boat, and he leans forward to turn up the music even louder.
the illustration i did of @foxy-exy‘s fic, So maybe tonight I’ll be the libertine, for the @aftgbigbang
