![]() ![]() At least his coat covered up the fact that he had accidentally grabbed Andrew’s PSU hoodie instead of his own on his way out of the apartment. One had photos of him from the airport another from that morning. All variations on the same theme, all speculation on their relationship. When he finally gave up on sleep he pulled out his phone and clicked through the links Allison had sent. But every time he tried to sleep he kept seeing the flicker of true fear in Andrew’s eyes, kept hearing the strain in his voice. It was just wide enough for him, and he’d slept in less comfortable places. He could go back to the apartment, but he didn’t want a repeat of that morning so he wadded up his coat and lay down on the window ledge. See you tomorrowĪndrew was still asleep when Neil got back to the room. Okay, maybe he didn’t want Aaron to come. He’s in a hospital bed there’s not a lot he can do Yes I’m just warning you I don’t know how he’ll react Neil bent his plastic fork and counted to ten in Russian before he responded. No shit I saw the pics you dumbass Of course he did. Leaving tomorrow after class be up by 8Ĭareful about public trans there’s press all over the place He was halfway through his tray when his phone buzzed and he prayed it wasn’t Allison. Neil picked a bunch of food at random, studiously avoiding the hamburgers. The cafeteria was almost empty, just a few exhausted nurses and doctors drooping over their trays. He couldn’t afford to lose any weight, Wymack would have his head and Abby would give him her patented Sad Eyes and he couldn’t handle Sad Eyed Abby. He tried to think of what he had eaten that day, but all he came up with was two protein bars. The growling of his stomach snapped him out of his angry haze. Not when it might have taken the most important thing from him. He wanted to be grateful that it wasn’t worse, but he couldn’t find it, not then. It helped, but he preferred the weight of Andrew’s hand on the back of his neck.įor the thousandth time, he thought of that ball ricocheting off the wall, of the way a simple fit of spite could rob Andrew of seven years. Kupra’s three things and went through it. He didn’t need to be fighting so hard to swallow his heart didn’t need to be racing his lungs could expand. Neil didn’t need to feel like the ground was dropping out from under his feet. There were so many reasons for Andrew to feel overwhelmed right now, so many things he could have meant. He did know, but the only thing that kept him from flinging his phone across the room was that he didn’t want to wake up Andrew. It’s not going to get any better you should know this by now Sorry babycakes but you guys are gonna have to figure out a response Stop it with this shit we don’t need this right now What kind of website was anyway?Īllison sent him several more links until he finally replied. He never should’ve read that stupid article. Neil wasn’t sure what had upset him the most, the forced outing or the fact of Neil’s existence. It took a long time for Andrew’s breathing to smooth out into that of real sleep. ![]() Nobody ever seems to learn to never, ever shove a recording device in Neil’s face. Read it on AO3 if you choose. All For the Game/The Foxhole Court, post-canon. ![]()
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