A prompt for you Neil somehow gets in heavy pain meds and Andrew promises to watch him because Neil's still not comfortable with that stuff, but it backfires on Andrew because Neil just keeps talking about how good Andrew is and the foxes can't stop laughing
I got mushy with this one :>
Andrew carefully lowered Neil to lie down on the couch,putting a pillow behind his head as an afterthought.
Neil blinked up at him, eyes wide. “Andrew,” he breathed, “You’reso strong. Thank you.”
Andrew sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. This wasgoing to be a long night. “Do you want any water.”
“Yes, thank you. My throat hurts.”
Andrew got him a glass and poked a straw into the water. He satdown on the floor by the head of the couch and offered it up. Neil turned hishead with difficulty, poked himself in the cheek with the straw, and eventuallymanaged to sip some water.
“Thanks,” he mumbled around it, not quite able to get it outof his mouth. “You’re very kind.”
Andrew knew there was no point telling him to shut up – he wasdoped to the gills to cope with cracked ribs and had no control over himself. Heput the glass down on the floor and flicked open his phone. He concentrated onSnake II so he wouldn’t be too conscious of the way Neil was staring at him.
“Andrew,” Neil said in a tone of wonder a while later. “Andrew,you’re beautiful. Have I told you that? Your hair and your face and your handsand how you smoke.”
“Sometimes I watch you doing weights at the gym. I’m sorry. ButI like how you look. It makes me happy.”
“You’ve saved my life like… twice? Maybe more than that.”
“I think you’re amazing how much you love your family evenif they don’t appreciate you.”
“You’re the best goalkeeper ever. Ever. Dermott’s good, but she loses focus sometimes. You’re great. You’reall… laser-y.”
“I stole Kevin’s nutrition bars and hid them in one of yourempty ice cream thingies, and put it back in the freezer. They just taste sobad, Andrew. So bad.”
“I think I want to grow old with you.”
Andrew’s head snapped up at that one. On the screen, hissnake ate its own tail and slithered into the game over screen. “You what?”
Neil blinked fuzzily at him. “What did I say?”
“Nothing. Maybe you should sleep, Neil. Talking so much won’tbe good for your ribs.”
“Oh, okay. If you think that’s best. I don’t feel verysleepy, though.”
“Close your eyes. The painkillers should count the sheep foryou.”
“Clever of them,” Neil yawned.
Blessed silence for all of two minutes.
Andrew sighed. “What is it.”
“My hair is tickling my face.”
Neil made a discontented sound and tried lifting his clumsyarms to sort himself out, but hissed and froze when it pulled on his ribs.
“Stop, stop,” Andrew muttered. “You baby. Stay still.”
He stood up and perched on the armrest by Neil’s head. Slowly,gently, he tucked Neil’s wayward bangs out of his face and behind his ears.
“Oh,” Neil sighed, dazed eyes closing. “That’s really nice.”
Andrew watched his face smooth out as he drifted slowly intosleep. Andrew kept stroking his hair, trying not to think about the terrifyingidea of decades and decades of this ahead of them. Trying not to think of howit put an ache in his chest.
“Pipedream,” he whispered, and curled Neil’s hair betweenhis fingers.
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