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Neil had been off all day.

He got to practice and within the first five minutes, Kevin had yelled at him no less than thirteen times.

Normally, that would’ve been no big deal. Neil would’ve told Kevin to shut his bitchy face and practice would’ve continued on and Kevin would probably have yelled some more.

Neil couldn’t explain it, but today, it didn’t sit right with him.

He’d said as much to Andrew once they’d gotten themselves away from the team and up on the roof. Andrew had watched him for a moment before he shrugged.

“You have a problem with wanting everyone to like you,” he said. “It makes no sense with the way you piss people off all the time.” He didn’t try and keep the last part quiet and Neil glared, but he couldn’t keep the act up long. He rolled his eyes.

“Thanks, Drew. I love you too,” he said. It had been a sarcastic, petty comment (Neil was usually good at those). He hadn’t meant it like that, even if he did love Andrew.

He did. There was no doubt about it. Neil had just never felt the need to say the words. Andrew knew already, just like Neil knew Andrew loved him.

Still, he felt like he’d gone too far, even if it was an accident.

“Uh, I mean—I’m sorry, I didn’t—“

“Shut up, Junkie.” Andrew handed him a cigarette and stood up. He tossed Neil the lighter and Neil caught it, but Andrew walked over to him anyway.

“Andrew, really, I—“

“Shut up. Yes or no?”

Neil raised his eyebrows and shifted so Andrew could sit between his legs, leaving enough room that they were barely touching.

“Yes,” Neil said.

Andrew only looked at Neil, like he was trying to decide something.

After a moment, he seemed to come to a decision, because he pulled the cigarette and the lighter from Neil’s hand and he sat himself on Neil’s lap.

“Yes or no?” he asked again, just to make sure.

Neil held back the noise that was threatening to escape his mouth and nodded.

Andrew stopped just before his lips met Neil’s.

“Two hundred and forty seven percent.”

“Refresh my memory. Is that how much you want to kill me or how much you want to fuck me?”

“Three hundred, Josten.”

They don’t say it after that, because those three words really aren’t something that matter to them.

They know it already.

It’s in the way Neil answers Andrew on the first ring and calls him before he’ll call anyone else.

The way Andrew wakes Neil up to the smell of waffles in the morning (even if he does only get out the sugar and honey, like the sweet toothed lil murderer he is).

The time they spend in the car basking in the comfortable silence and Andrew’s hand on Neil’s thigh.

The days spent learning sign language because fuck Nicky and his stupid eavesdropping

The way Neil suggests they get tattoos to cover their arms and the way Andrew rolls his eyes and calls Neil dramatic but still grabs the keys and walks out the door.

Andrew and Neil don’t have to say they love each other because they show each other every day.