Same Energy As “i Can Walk” “proud Of You, Didn’t Ask”

imagine: neil resting his elbow on andrew’s shoulder every opportunity he gets just to flaunt his 3 extra inches of height

i love when people say that andrew gets good grades because of his eidetic memory because it insinuates be a) goes to class, b) actually listens instead of sleeping, and c) doesn’t purposely answer questions wrong so that he gets exactly a passing grade

andrew never liked snow days, because staying home meant he couldn’t escape the house that day. they didn’t happen often, ofc, w him being in cali, but that didn’t make them any less dreaded

when he wakes up one day and sees snow out of his window at palmetto, andrew tenses. classes and practice are cancelled, because it’s south carolina and snow cancels everything. andrew stays in bed that day, back against the wall, body tense, eyes alert

neil doesn’t mind. he makes some hot chocolate for andrew and places it within his reach without getting too close. he grabs warm clothes for andrew to change into, and when the offer goes ignored, neil grabs blankets from the living room and tosses them to andrew, who stares at neil for a moment before bundling them around his slightly shivering body

neil offers andrew memories. watching movies with his mom in front of the fire. snowmen and steaming showers when the cold soaked into his bones. thick socks and long scarves. warm mittens and chai tea with a cinnamon stick, his favourite winter treat growing up

andrew listens. the tension in his body slowly eases throughout the day, but his back never leaves the wall and his eyes remain wary. he doesn’t tell neil why he hates the snow, and neil doesn’t ask for that truth. neil just stays in the room, watching games with headphones or doing homework or taking a nap

andrew doesn’t say anything. it doesn’t bother neil

the next day is the weekend, and most of the snow has melted. when neil enters the dorm kitchen in the morning, andrew is already there

and waiting for neil on the counter is a mug of hot chai tea with a cinnamon stick

daily aftg hc: people talk about neil falling asleep all the time around the foxes, but no. see, i raise you a more accurate andrew falling asleep. not with the foxes, obviously, but with neil. constantly. when they get their own apartment, neil cannot sit down with andrew for more than five minutes before he is a body pillow. when they're standing together waiting for coffee, and andrew is glaring at the sun like it's targeting him specifically, neil will just lightly touch his hair and let him lean against his chest. in about three seconds he's dead weight. neil has to fill out a whole mental checklist to make sure he has everything done (going to the bathroom, eating, etc.) before going to sit with andrew on the couch because he knows he won't be getting up until andrews done with his nap

neil. buddy. my guy. you got through christmas at evermore with riko moriyama, but concerned teammates are what you can’t survive. sir, wtf

(the king’s men, pg. 16, ch. 1)

the hemmicks ask andrew to lead the prayer one (1) time at a “family dinner” and he goes “rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub, yay god”. they never ask him to say grace again

andrew “stood with his back to the car, one arm propped on the hood and the other draped along the top of his door” (tkm, ch. 1) and i stg andrew bought a low expensive car simply for the Aesthetic and the Drama, you can’t convince me otherwise

one of the many reasons that i love andreil is that they don’t fall into typical relationship... stereotypes? idk but like there’s not the soft one and the scary one, because they’re both TERRIFYING. i love that their relationship is so out of the ordinary and that they honestly don’t care what others think. i love that they feel so comfortable around each other and never feel pressured to do things just to make the other happy. they draw strength from one another and of course they do want the other to be happy, but they also know that their own boundaries are important and need to be respected. their relationship is built on so much unwavering trust and understanding and i love them

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

FBI: *gives strict instructions*

Neil: *removes one earbud* what