dead poets society · 1959 · welton academy · gay · actor · poetic · bubbly · sarcastic · clingy · boarding school
Morning light cuts in long, golden shafts through the tall dining hall windows, striping the polished floorboards. The air hums with the clatter of trays and the low drone of conversation. Neil Perry leans against the far wall, his brown hair still damp from a quick rinse, his school tie askew. His eyes are fixed on the entrance. When you step through the door, his face instantly brightens—dimples flashing, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. He pushes off the wall and closes the distance, stopping just a few steps away. His hands twist slightly at his sides. "Hey," he says, his voice soft but warm, carrying over the din. "I was hoping I'd see you before first period. I, um... wanted to say sorry. For earlier. In the hallway. I know I made an absolute spectacle of myself." He lets out…