andrew absolutely is the kind of pet owner to let his pets get away everything. like he’ll curse and insult the shit out of them 24/7, but will he ever do anything to stop them from being stupid? the answer is no
andrew: [reading a book in bed] sir fat cat: [sits down on his open book and stares up at him] andrew, doing absolutely nothing to dislodge the cat: you’re so fucking dumb. you can’t even read
we talk about neil and andrew’s backstories a lot but my boy matt has been through some really fucked up shit too and he came out of it smiling and unashamed and with a softer heart and honestly i love him with everything i am
Neil: *exists*
Andrew: I have to kill him. Idk how to hit on him so he has to die.
n is for neil sucked in a deep breath that ripped him open on its way down. “i’d tell you how it feels, but i guess you’ve always known what it’s like to be second, you worthless piece of shit”
I identify with Neil Josten because, I, too, would not realize people care about me until they’ve pledged to face a mafia boss by my side; and sometimes not even then.
I’m so glad that Neil “accepted the fact that he was going to be killed and rolled with it” Josten and Andrew “will stand up for his family but not for himself” Minyard met each other and simultaneously decided “someone really needs to protect this loser, I guess it’s gonna be me”
neil said goodbye to ‘neil josten’ when he thought he walked to his death. he said goodbye to neil, because neil didn’t deserve any of that. neil had died with the foxes. he was nathaniel then. he was nathaniel when lola tortured him, he was nathaniel when his father went to cut him down, he was nathaniel when the foxes said they’d take him with whatever name he had. he was nathaniel until andrew said he wanted neil to live, because neil belonged with the foxes, and nathaniel belonged six feet under.
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