imagine inventing potpourri bastard fight lacrosse while u’re off overseas in between hangovers getting ur degree and then thirty years later it’s an olympic sport….wild
So I re-read The Foxhole Court last night/this morning and like… I can’t stop thinking about how Matt is just… immediately in Neil’s corner. Like. It’s not like they bond over some shared interest or experience, it’s not like Matt walks in and Neil is being actively harassed by Andrew’s crew, triggering his protective instincts. He just…
Neil: exists, is smol, dresses like a hobo, whole life fits in a duffel bag
Nothing but My Aching Soul 