wesninskie: Neil lets himself get distracted instead by the shadows on Andrew’s hands, the for
wesninskie: Neil lets himself get distracted instead by the shadows on Andrew’s hands, the forming bruises and the split skin along his knuckles. He takes Andrew’s hand to inspect the damage, wondering at how something so strong can be so fragile—or is it the other way around?. If he turns their hands over he can see the wreckage Lola left behind on his own skin, the distorted scars that will always stand out more than he wants them to. [..]It’s a hand, Andrew says, not a question, but not quite mockery, when Neil’s gaze lingers a little too long.It’s your hand, Neil says, and doesn’t bother to explain. Instead he slips his fingers through Andrew’s and digs in like he can leave his fingerprints on Andrew’s pale skin. -- source link
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