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“Before Baltimore. I was…” Silence hung as Andrew fidgeted with his cigarette (the way he always had when he was still medicated). The flame wiggled in the looming darkness, as he passed it from one hand to the other and then back. “I didn’t intend to hurt you.”
Kevin dropped his gaze back to the splotchy concrete of the alley. Absently, his scarred hand rubbed at his throat; the sting of a fierce grip, robbing him of breath, and bottomless eyes, boring into him, echoed in the dull thud of his pulse.
“I had it coming. I knew from the moment I kept quiet about Neil that I’d pay for it eventually. If not at your hands, then–” He cut himself off abruptly.
Riko. It always came back to Riko.
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Or, exploring Kevin and Andrew's relationship post-Baltimore as Kevin spirals about Riko's death
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Neil kept one hand buried in Andrew's hair but finally lowered the other. In quiet German he said, "Did they tell you who I am?"
"They didn't have to. I choked the answers out of Kevin on the way here."
“What did you say?” Neil’s voice is icy and he's certain it sounds every bit like his father. The only thing stopping him from ripping his own tongue out right there and then was the sorry state of his hands.
OR,
Neil comforts Kevin when he finds out Andrew choked him.