The morning doesn’t feel any different, and Neil almost feels betrayed by it. The room still fills with stray beams of light despite the closed curtains, and there’s still snoring below him, and the room still smells faintly of feet. Neil still wakes up with the peace he’s become accustomed to, before he remembers and he feels heavier.
Andrew slides past him, hands blazing a light path on Neil’s bare back when they pass on the way to a shower. Neither of them talk about where they’re going. They don’t need to.