#sonnet 47

Neil would definitely read Sonnet 47 (Shakespeare) specifically for Todd during one of the meetings, making direct eye contact the entire time, as a way to admit his feelings for Todd. Todd would just sit there, completely oblivious to what Neil is really trying to say, but completely enthralled by how Neil is reading the poem, not really processing the eye contact. When Neil stops reading, everyone is silent, staring expectantly at Todd. When he realizes that everyone is staring at him, he looks around at them, completely confused, asking them why he was being stared at.

Charlie would say something along the lines of: "He just confessed his feelings for you, you funny little man."

After Charlie said that, Todd shuts down. Todd shutting down scares Neil, so he starts to tell Charlie off, which scares the rest of the dps because they have never seen Neil angry, atleast not to this extent. When Todd snaps back, Neil immediately stops yelling.

"I have feelings for you too." He quietly admits, a soft blush tinting his cheeks.

They stare into each others eyes again, this time completely silent. Neil has the biggest grin on his face, feeling euphoric that Todd reciprocated his feelings and that his friends didn't reject him after his admission to being attracted to guys. Charlie starts to chant "kiss him" (which is more directed at Neil than at Todd) the other boys slowly starting join in with him. When they finally do kiss, they don't have time to enjoy it because someone (like Meeks or Knox) points out the time amidst the cheering. They end up sleeping on Neil's bed, cuddling. Neil wakes up the next morning to Todd softly playing with his hair.

Here's Shakespeare's 47 Sonnet btw:

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,

And each doth good turns now unto the other.

When that mine eye is famished for a look,

Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,

With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast

And to the painted banquet bids my heart.

Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest,

And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.

So either by thy picture or my love,

Thyself away are present still with me;

For thou no farther than my thoughts canst move,

And I am still with them, and they with thee;

Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight

Sonnet 47 by William Shakespeare (read by Kate Fleetwood)

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,

With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart; Another time mine eye is my heart's guest, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:

So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee;

  Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight   Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.

Sonnet 47 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,

With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart; Another time mine eye is my heart's guest, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:

So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee;

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,

And each doth good turns now unto the other.

When that mine eye is famished for a look,

Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,

With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast,

And to the painted banquet bids my heart.

Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest

And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.

So, either by thy picture or my love,

Thyself away are present still with me ;

For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,

And I am still with them, and they with thee ;

Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart; Another time mine eye is my heart's guest, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee;   Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight   Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.