AFTG
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He saw the duffel.
It was battered all to hell and the strap was nearly torn from the bag, but it still glowed almost neon in the darkening night and streetlamp glare. Neil would never…
He dropped to his knees beside it and rifled through it, looking for any sign, any clue as to where Neil might have run. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Until his fingers found the keyring. Until he found the phone.Andrew's perspective on the Binghamton riot and the walking tragedy that is Neil Josten.
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Neil has his eyes clenched tightly shut, his entire face screwed up, every muscle in his body tense and taught with a herculean effort to stop shaking. He was shaking when he woke up, he was shaking when he stumbled his way out of bed into the bathroom, but he swears he almost shook all the way apart when he caught his own reflection in the mirror.
Dead eyes stared back at him.
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Neil has a nightmare and, despite his best efforts to handle it on his own, Andrew is there.
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Neil’s arms grow weak, shaky. His defence is penetrated and he's stuck- standing over the edge of oblivion.
Andrew pulls him back, takes the fight from his hands with blood stained knuckles. He holds it steady, unprogressive, until Neil can reclaim it.
Because he knows by the time his own arms grow weak and tired, Neil will be there to take it for him too.OR
Neil’s attempt, and the aftermath.
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never fallen (from quite this high) by crystalcrow
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
02 Jun 2021
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For most people, a problem is a matter or situation regarded as unwelcome or harmful that needs to be dealt with or overcome.
For Andrew Minyard, it’s the word that fits Neil Josten with a capital P.
(or, aftg from andrew’s pov)
((this fic is now getting edited - chapters marked with a ☾ have been worked over. slight changes might apply, but nothing too drastic!))