WIP Wednesday: My slightly cursed Tom/Andrew fic
Look, I don't have an explanation. I'm just going for it
Despite everything else going on- finding more transport, more food, more medicine as well as tracking Ben and the other harnessed kids and trying to figure out how to take the harnesses off without killing any of them- Tom found his attention being drawn to Andrew. Not with suspicion- which surprised him. But with curiosity.
Andrew was- Tom thought with a charmed sort of befuddlement- a bit of an odd duck.
His eyes and expression were severe, deterring most of the 2nd Mass civilians from getting too close. But he also gave off the energy of a kicked dog still yearning for its master’s approval as he shadowed Maggie around their temporary home with his shoulders curled inward and his head tipped down. And on the rare occasions where he wasn’t clinging close to Maggie’s back, he seemed almost aimlessly lost. Awkward and shy in a defensive sort of way.
The only person this didn’t seem to put off was, much to Tom’s chagrin, was Matt.
