THERE ARE WORSE THINGS THAN DYING - we’re all connected, and we’re all damaged.

                  it wasn’t meant as anything else than the simple request for kevin’s sweater. the boy’s smell soothing his nerves in a way running did. it made him think of court, of exy, of this, of andrew, even. he didn’t even expect any other reaction after getting the permission to put Kevin’s sweater on, rolling the sleeves up just a bit in order to have them tight around his wrist, shifting to adjust the hood when the other put his laptop and books to the sides.

for a brief moment he wondered if kevin changed his mind, watched him with a slight tilt of his head until kevin pulled him in. with his knees digging into the mattress on each side of Kevin, weight shifting and resting on the boy’s thighs, his own arms came up to wrap around the other’s neck, as well. 

it’s the idea that soon they will leave that make him feel the most on the verge. they will all leave and neil will be left behind. --- he doesn’t want to be alone. he doesn’t want new people filling up their dorm room. he doesn’t want to risk losing neil josten the moment he let kevin and andrew slip away.

It was the forth time he had seen him now and between questioning his own broken sanity and tampered medication, Andrew found himself almost gleeful at the sight of him.

                      “You again.” Andrew greeted with a crooked smile.

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