Yes or no

imagine you work at a luxury car dealership. two college kids show up in a shitty rental car one day. one is has facial tattoos and the haughty attitude of a famous person. the other is a dead-faced goth the size of an elf. tattoo boy says they’re here to buy so you humor them and show some cars. elf man doesn’t say a word the whole time but clearly is calling the shots. he points at a Maserati and says he’ll be paying for the whole thing, no financing necessary. then he goes back over to the rental car, where evidently there has been a whole person asleep in the backseat the entire time. this man is about the same height as the goth pixie and dressed like a homeless person. he listens to the goth say something, pulls out several wads of cash, hands them over and goes back to sleep. your boss spends the next hour walking these freaks through the paperwork while you count through what turns out to be nearly 100k in cold hard cash. no one explains a goddamn thing and they leave with the nicest car on the lot

Neil emerges from beneath the water, slicking his soaked hair back before swimming over to Andrew, who sits at the pool’s edge with his legs dangling in the water. Resting his damp head in Andrew’s lap, he immediately feels Andrew’s fingers thread through his wet curls while Neil slips his arms around Andrew’s waist. “Coming in with me?” Neil asks, tilting his head back just enough to catch Andrew’s gaze. he watches those brown eyes darken ever so slightly. Andrew is used to seeing Neil look up at him from beneath lowered lashes, although in a very different context, and, much to his annoyance, his eyes always betray him first. “Go swim,” he says simply, giving Neil’s shoulder a gentle push away from him. Neil lets out a quiet laugh as he drifts back to what Andrew considers a perfectly safe distance, leaving him at the edge of the pool to watch Neil carve another lazy lap through the water, giving the blond a few peaceful minutes to catch his breath.