i think way too often about how andrew and neil would go on long night drives in this stupid maserati. windows down, slow music in the background, smoking cigarettes, andrew with one hand on the wheel and the other tangled with neil’s. neil taking candids of andrew whenever he can and andrew being like 253%
“A few weeks back you and Renee argued contingency plans for a zombie apocalypse. She said she’d focus on survivors. You said you’d go back for some of us. Five of us.”