vvhymack:

[ANDREW] You’re staying with us. If they try to take you away, they will lose.

[DAN] Take you away? To where?

[NICKY] You can’t have him. He belongs with us. 

[ALLISON] What part of ‘go to hell’ do you need us to explain to you?

[MATT] Unless he wants to stay with you, you’d better bring Neil back.

[NICKY] Neil or Nathaniel or whoever. He’s ours and we’re not letting him go.

[WYMACK] Neil. Talk to me. What do you want?

[NEIL] I know i shouldn’t stay but I can’t- I don’t want to lose this.

wesninskie:

Neil lets himself get distracted instead by the shadows on Andrew’s hands, the forming bruises and the split skin along his knuckles. He takes Andrew’s hand to inspect the damage, wondering at how something so strong can be so fragile—or is it the other way around?. If he turns their hands over he can see the wreckage Lola left behind on his own skin, the distorted scars that will always stand out more than he wants them to.  [..]

It’s a hand, Andrew says, not a question, but not quite mockery, when Neil’s gaze lingers a little too long.

It’s your hand, Neil says, and doesn’t bother to explain. Instead he slips his fingers through Andrew’s and digs in like he can leave his fingerprints on Andrew’s pale skin.