Andreil x "was supper pissed and went to the gym/punched you" au . Thank you 🎑
There was a time when Neil was cautious.
He remembers it sometimes when he catches a wisp of someone else’s cigarette smoke, or when a car drives too quickly past his apartment, or sometimes at the beach. Having eyes on the back of your head, looking in mirrors before turning corners, burner phones, hair dye, contact lenses, fake license plates, fake names.
That was a long time ago, though.
He hits the punching bag again, as hard as he can. Again. Harder. Again. Harder.
There’s a part of him that hates exy. Or no, not exy—how much he cares about it. Everything would be easier if he just cared a little bit less.