ย 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 thatโs brought them to this point, thatโs let them grow to where Neil no longer has to ask permission to put his hands on Andrew. He knows it doesnโt matter how rough the week was or how frustrating the freshman are. Theyโve been through hell and back together; these kids are nothing but a passing annoyance in the end. Itโs a hand, Andrew says, not a question, but not quite mockery, when Neilโs gaze lingers a little too long. Itโs your hand, Neil says, and doesnโt bother to explain. Instead he slips his fingers through Andrewโs and digs in like he can leave his fingerprints on Andrewโs pale skin. Andrew doesnโt pull away, and they donโt go in until the storm breaks. (x)
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