“Come on”, Jace said leaning on your door. “Let’s go for a walk.” “You and me?”, you clarified. “You don’t want to.” “Yes, of course I want!” You jumped up from bed. “Is this a date?” “Yes, (y/n),” Jace smiled, “this is a date.”
“Here’s a real question: how have you survived this long when you’re so violently self-destructive?”
Andrew cocked his head to one side in a question. Neil didn’t know if
Andrew was playing stupid to rile him or if Andrew really was oblivious.
Either way it was frustrating. He wondered why no one else had caught
on, or if people noticed and just didn’t care enough to say it. Now that
Neil saw it, though, he couldn’t look past it. Anytime the Foxes
mentioned Andrew’s upcoming sobriety or Andrew’s name popped up in
write-ups on the team’s performance at games, the focus was on what a
danger he was. People talked about his trial and how it saved them from
Andrew. No one said what they were doing to save Andrew from himself.