“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.
RENJUN CRYING SO HARD HIS VOICE CRACKED WHILE SINGING AND DONGHYUCK TRYING AND FAILING TO COVER UP HIS TEARS AND MARK STARING AT THE TROPHY IN UTTER DISBELIEF AND STUTTERING OUT A THANK YOU SPEECH AND JENO BACKHUGGING A TEARY-EYED JISUNG TO CHEER HIM UP AND CHENLE BEING SURPRISINGLY STABLE SINGING HIS PARTS WITH A HUGE SMILE AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN I LOVE NCT DREAM SO MUCH
No matter how long it’s been or how many times I’ve watched it, Will saying the words ‘Did you just smell me?’ in that sort of teasing disbelief that Doctor Lecter just-fucking-sniffed-him plus Hannibal’s genuine awkwardness as he tries in vain to excuse himself, will always make the clouds part, the sun come out, flowers bloom, and put a big goofy grin on my face.