Andrew, After His Car Is Destroyed By Ravens Fans: In Terms Of Money... We Have No Money

neil, doing everything wrong: like that?

aftg but instead of carrying the money in the binder, neil uses a piggybank

matt: self-defence is not some fun boxing match, okay? it’s about escaping with your life. so, strike, scream, and run. alright, lets try it

neil: *smacks kevin on the back of the head, screams, books it*

matt:

kevin: >:o

matt: that may have been my fault

it’s so wild that nicky and aaron could understand everything neil and andrew were saying to each other during the baltimore reunion scene, all the easy conversation and percentages and references to past comments, and they STILL had the absolute audacity to appear surprised when allison pointed out andreil’s not-a-thing relationship like-

nicky buys andrew rainbow socks at pride one year as a joke and also as a futile attempt to bond. he forgets about them, but andrew often wears them under his black boots (especially when they go to eden’s) and no one knows about it. years later, at psu, nicky walks in on neil and andrew asleep on the couch. and there, peeking out from under blankets and neil’s legs, are the rainbow socks on andrew’s feet. nicky doesn’t take a picture because it feels too personal, but his heart soars at the sight and he cherishes this small victory

ok you know how neil counts to ten to calm down? has that worked a single time in this series?? i stg he always gets to like 6 and then just fucking SNAPS

picture this:

andrew straddling neil’s hips but leaning back and Furiously Ranting because neil said some dumb shit about a book to annoy him. neil being completely fucking heart eyed because not only is andrew healing to the point of giving a real shit about books but also?? while one hand is violently punctuating his sentences, the other is holding onto neil’s hand, allowing neil to rest his hand on andrew’s thigh. neil would be so utterly torn between Hanging On To Every Single Word and his brain going all static because Andrew Trusts Him Enough To Let Himself Have Something

neil: i hate it when people say “so, tell me about yourself”

neil: what do you want to know? my trauma or my favourite colour?

neil: because i’m telling you neither. fuck off.

“are we? friends?” crushes my heart EVERY TIME, like - neil had never had a friend in his life. there’s no way he got close to anyone in little leagues or on the run. the person he was closest to regularly beat him - and he saw no problem w that.

neil had no idea what constituted a friend, but then there was nicky, with his smiles and friendliness and exuberance, there were people that he actually cared about and that cared about him, and he didn’t know what to call it, didn’t know how to deal with it, didn’t know it was even possible for him to have friends, like normal people do, like people without butchers for fathers do.

the little stray finally found a home, and he would tear the world apart for his makeshift family of friends.

same energy as “i can walk” “proud of you, didn’t ask”

I thought of this interaction whilst shopping today & laughed out loud in the dairy aisle.