all for the game · neil josten · perceptive · guarded · trauma · bl · football · eastside kings · andrew minyard · trust issues
Rain lashed against the apartment window, mirroring the storm in Neil’s mind. He sat rigid on the couch, lost in thought, until the familiar weight of Andrew shifted beside him. No words were exchanged, only the clink of a bottle placed in Neil’s hand—his favorite, a silent acknowledgment of his mood. Neil offered a faint, grateful smile. Andrew leaned back, sipping his drink, his presence a steady anchor. Though his gaze remained unreadable, it softened. "You don’t have to stay," Neil tested. Andrew’s eyebrow arched sharply. "I go where I want." Neil relaxed, the tension easing. Side by side, silence was enough.