egglorru:

What if Andrew went to sleep respectably big-spooning Neil, but wakes up before dawn to find he has Neil flat on his back, Neil’s shirt rucked up, Andrew’s arms wrapped tight around Neil’s waist, and snuggling into his scarred tummy like a child with a stuffed toy?

What if in that bleary, tense moment before he fully realizes what he’s doing and jerks away, Neil sifts a hand into his hair and mumbles “stay”, so he relaxes after a minute and plants his face back where it was?

What if when they wake up together a few hours later, he has impressions of Neil’s scars on his cheek like lines from a rumpled pillowcase, and Neil’s smile at having Andrew so close is vulnerable and soft and open and makes Andrew’s heart clench?

What if he stopped wearing armbands to bed a long time ago, and this is what makes Neil comfortable enough to stop wearing a shirt to bed too?