░░░░░░ ☾ they hadn’t meant to crash: he knows this. just like he knows they hadn’t bothered to close the blinds before they’d fallen asleep, the evening outside a mess of glittering lights, or that they hadn’t bothered to drink the coffee they’d brewed earlier, either. the two mugs sit untouched on the neil’s bare-boned night stand. a waste of beans, a waste of time.

andrew pushes himself up onto his elbows, still weighted with sleep. there is only so much time they can spend together during the season; neil on one team, andrew on another. it’s almost a shame, in a distant sort of way, to come all this way just to end up sleeping through it. he turns to glance at neil, only to see neil’s eyes open and on him.

Andrew and Alex lay in bed, sheets tangled around them and them tangled in each other. Andrew’s head rested on Alex’s shoulder, arm thrown over his chest. They’s spent the morning in bed, only getting up when absolutely necessary, not concerning themselves with much of anything at all. Well, in Andrew’s case that wasn’t completely true. There was something pecking at his mind.

░░░░░░ ☾ they watch him; the younger ones terrified and the older ones angry. andrew doesn’t bother looking at them when they’re not worth the second it would take from his life. he sits at the back of the class – of course – to catch malevolent looks aimed only at him, but he can’t help the direction his own gaze takes. a familiar face in a sea of angry strangers; a familiar face he’d nearly, but not quite, forgotten.

he doesn’t say anything, because what is there to say ? ‘hey, remember me from when we were 8 and much more naive and stupid? and when you didn’t look quite so weird?’. he can’t even hear the words in his own voice in his head.

possible connections: boyfriend, fiancee, husband, partner.

plot: andrew’s s/o is away on a business trip, naturally, he tries to initiate phone sex

possible connections: boyfriend, fiancee, husband, partner.

░░░░░░ ☾ andrew thinks, when everything ( see: life ) is over, he will feel something akin to pride; that he’ll feel accomplished, and he will look around at his brother, at his cousin, and know it’s true. for now he’ll settle with day-to-day mundane work.

sometimes he thinks he will be alive for the first time in a long time, hyped up on building adrenaline and finally free. that the feeling will have no end; it will never simmer, never soften. he will always be raw and burning in a different way to the way he is now. for now he’ll settle with closing the elevator door on some stranger’s face.