crystalheartmoon reblogged
If he turns their hands over he can see the wreckage Lola left behind on his own skin, the distorted scars that will always stand out more than he wants them to. He thinks about the grief and strife that’s brought them to this point, that’s let them grow to where Neil no longer has to ask permission to put his hands on Andrew. He knows it doesn’t matter how rough the week was or how frustrating the freshman are. They’ve been through hell and back together; these kids are nothing but a passing annoyance in the end. It’s a hand, Andrew says, not a question, but not quite mockery, when Neil’s gaze lingers a little too long. It’s your hand, Neil says, and doesn’t bother to explain. Instead he slips his fingers through Andrew’s and digs in like he can leave his fingerprints on Andrew’s pale skin. Andrew doesn’t pull away, and they don’t go in until the storm breaks. (x)
Happy Birthday Skylar! @nwesninski (8.16)
