One day, Kevin is looking for his favorite socks, the ones Neil keeps stealing. As he rummages through Neil's drawers, what he finds is not the damn socks but The Binder.
Neil and Andrew walk into the bedroom just a moment later to find Kevin flicking through the binder's pages, a deep frown on his face.
Neil freezes in shock. He very much stops breathing.
Andrew crosses his arms over his chest and leans a shoulder against the door's frame to watch the shit-show about to happen.
"Kevin... that's mine." Neil takes a step forward, hands reaching out to get his binder back.
Kevin evades him by lifting the binder over his head and out of reach.
"Neil, what is this?" he says, looking dangerously solemn.
"Sloppy work," Kevin cuts him with the tone he usually saves for bitchy exy feedbacks. "All the pictures are torn. Do you not know how to use scissors? Not that you seem to care, seeing how all the pages are crinkled... And why are there so many coffee spills everywhere? That's disgusting-"
And Kevin just. starts ranting.
Turns out, he is absolutely unfazed about Neil's stalker binder. He finds nothing creepy about it. He seems to believe this is a perfectly normal thing to do. (He is the Queen of exy after all. He is worthy of this kind of worshipping).
At some point during his endless diatribe, he goes to get his own binder (the one he made about Jeremy Knox) to show it to Neil:
"Look! This is proper work! This is nice and clean! That's how you do it!"
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