thedeadliestpieceontheboard:

You know? I didn’t realize until my sister read the books that Wymack must’ve carried Neil up to his apartment.

Do not imagine Wymack, his face a thundercloud, opening the passenger door and easing Neil out with the gentlest hands, the duffel slung over his shoulder and Neil’s face tucked into the crook of his neck.

Even passed out, Neil is hissing in pain and trying to curl in on himself for protection.

Do not imagine Wymack whispering reassurances in his gruff voice: “it’s ok Neil, it’s just me, it’s Wymack, you’re safe, you’re with me, I got you.”

He doesn’t know if it’s helping, but Neil quiets down and lets him carry him inside.

Do not imagine how small Neil must look, like a broken child, in Wymack’s arms, those same arms that have pulled his Foxes together and held them steady over and over, and will continue to do so as long as they need him.

Wymack’s heart is shaking with barely restrained fury but his hands are careful as he lays Neil out on his couch, cradling the back of his head as he sets him down.