For a long, heavy moment they stared at one another. Neil waited for Andrew to turn him away with two fingers pushing at his cheek, to sharply tell him to stop looking at him like that, to do something that would distract him from the golden warmth swelling in his chest that he stubbornly wouldn't put a name to. It felt like a dream, like home, like forever and to a former runaway that was a startlingly new and frightening concept. He'd already lived a year longer than he thought he would. How many more years would he get? How much larger would this feeling in his chest grow? Was he really allowed to keep this?
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One of my favorite moments from Lessons in Cartography by crazy_like_a. Forever grateful for this fic and to my sis Kia for recommending it to me its just gold and so heartwarming ❤❤❤.
