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“Looks like you’ve managed to completely embarrass yourself in both languages.”

Neil answered by upending his glass onto the floor. “That’s mature,” Aaron said. Neil threw the glass at him.

“Do you take your cues from dead men?”

“Did you know about Andrew and Neil?" "Careful," Andrew said, but Aaron slid his gaze back to Dobson. ... "I'm sorry, Aaron, but if you could be a little more specific?" "Sure," Aaron said, and elaborated, "Did you know Andrew's fucking Neil?”

"Would you like to talk about Neil today?" "No," Andrew said, as Aaron said, "Yes.”

"Says the man dating a mafioso." "I'm not dating him." "Liar."

"I like Neil's promise ring, by the way."

“His father's people tore up his arms with a lighter and knives, and none of it is going to fade. He doesn't need to see those." "Matching set," Aaron said. "Very cute.”

"Go slash some tires, or whatever it is you do for fun."

“Exy this, Exy that, get a fucking hobby already. Oh, but I guess he did?”

"You must be on some fantastic drugs."

just for neil to snatch it like an angry raccoon right out of andrew's mouth, snap it in half and fling it to the ground while andrew just watches the halves roll away in SILENCE i love them so much

can't forget that other time when neil casually strolls up to andrew on the roof and steals his cigarette yet again. naturally andrew has to blow smoke in neil's face. neil flicks ash at him and silently threatens to stub the cigarette out. andrew just pinches his wrist and steals the cigarette back. and then they start from the middle of a conversation like NOTHING HAPPENED and they didn't just wage a five-minute war over nicotine

Neil: here’s my soul, my secrets, my whole life story in one panic attack