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a concept:
andrew getting really used to
physical contact from neil

• he accepted
  neil lacing their fingers together pretty quickly
• or neil’s fingers in his hair
• and neil
  kissing him
• it took him
  a little longer to say ‘yes’ to neil’s hands elsewhere, like his shoulders or
  his chest, but he got there eventually
• but can you
  imagine
• when one
  morning in columbia
• weeks and
  months and maybe even years later
• neil wakes
  up, on his back, sleep still heavy on his limbs and his mind
• but after
  like a minute
• he realises
  that’s not just sleep that’s heavy on his limbs
• there’s
  hair in his face but he’s just got a haircut so??
• that’s not
  his??
• so neil
  opens his eyes
• and is
  immediately met with a schock of blond hair
• and slowly
  his mind starts to comprehend that right there
• right. there.
• a certain goal
  keeper has his head on neil’s shoulder/chest
• and an arm thrown
  over neil’s middle
• and neil’s
  face is still buried in andrew’s hair
• he can
  smell the faintest trace of his own shampoo that andrew always denies he uses
• and at some
  point when he was still sleeping he had curled his arm around andrew’s shoulder
  and neck and buried his fingers in his hair as well
• and neil
  doesn’t dare to move even just an inch
• but he
  can’t help the stupid grin that forms on his lips
• and the
  warm, fluttery feeling that bubbles up in his chest and his throat
• and he
  closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and just relishes the weight of andrew’s head and arm on his body and the
  way his heavy breath ghosts along neil’s collarbone
• and he
  thinks maybe
• just maybe
• one day
  they really are going to be okay