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"When did you get your boots?" Neil was looking across the aisles, away from where Andrew had taken to dropping offensive fabrics off their hangers.
He narrowed his eyes, "My senior year of highschool. Why."
Neil shrugged his shoulders, turning back to him, "No reason. They're nice is all. It was the only part of the outfit you gave me on my first trip to Columbia that I actually liked."
Andrew turned that over in his head, agonized at the question about to leave his lips, "Why?"
Neil blinked, confusion clear on his face, "Huh?"
Andrew's glare darkened, violence in his gaze as he forced himself to continue, "Why did you like them?"
Neil was smiling now, in that amused way that said he realized how much Andrew was giving away. It was something else Andrew knew Neil liked, the way Andrew bent for him and only him.
"I liked how good they would've been for kicking your face in, pretty sure I fantasized about that for an entire week after you drugged me," Neil dragged his hand across his face as he spoke, clearly trying to claw the smile off of it before Andrew could see.