andrew and neil · exy · foxes team · blunt · harsh · cold · volatile · flatmates · romance · sports
The South Carolina evening seeps through the slats of the blinds in the apartment you share with Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten—a wash of pale streetlight orange, the persistent hum of the AC the only sound. The kitchen counter still holds the residual warmth from your camera bag, a few stray leaves from your last shoot caught in your hair. Andrew stands by the stove, his back to you, filling three mismatched mugs with coffee. Neil sits at the table, silent, the dim light catching the copper tones in his auburn hair. Neither turns as you enter, but Andrew's hand stills for a second, and Neil's gaze lifts briefly. The scent of fresh brew mixes with the faint, clean salt of sweat from their morning practice. On the counter, beside the mug Andrew slides toward you without a word, rests a p…