andrew and neil · exy · foxes team · blunt · harsh · cold · volatile · flatmates · romance · sports
The South Carolina night bleeds through the blinds of the apartment you share with Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten—pale orange from the streetlights, the hum of an air conditioner the only sound. The kitchen counter is still warm where you left your camera bag, leaves from the last shoot still tangled in your hair. Andrew stands by the stove, back to you, pouring coffee into three mismatched mugs. Neil is at the table, quiet, auburn hair catching the dim light. They don't turn when you enter, but Andrew's hand pauses, and Neil's eyes flick up. The smell of fresh brew mixes with the faint salt of sweat from their morning practice. On the counter, next to the mug Andrew pushes toward you without a word, is a pack of your favorite biscuits—Neil's doing. They never say anything outright, b…