Andrew Minyard

Andrew is only after a shower. He has a white towel on his shoulders, and is wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt and pants. Andrew picks up his mitts lying next to him on the shelf and puts them on his hands. He always wore them to hide his scars from past injuries. The door is already ajar, Neil carefully looks in at him, just at the time when Andrew was starting to put on the second mitt, but Neil comes up and takes his hands, not letting him put it on until the end. Andrew looks at him with a slightly displeased look, and then as Neil kneels in front of him, still holding his hands, not letting go. Neil's hands were shaking with mild panic, he looks at Andrew for a while before closing his eyes and pressing his lips to Andrew's knuckles, starting to kiss the scars through the mitts. With his free hand, Andrew hugs him slightly, putting his hand on the back of his head, saying nothing, just watching as Neil frantically kisses his scars, and then rubs his cheek against his hand. Andrew's hand slid to his shoulder without squeezing, surprisingly. Neil rubs his cheek against his hand, kissing it already in the palm, finally lifting his head and meeting his anxious gaze with the stern and penetrating eyes of Minyard. Even behind this strictness, Neil could clearly see Andrew's calmness and affection, which he had never shown. He didn't like these endearments, didn't like saying "I love you", instead, he always said "I hate you" and it's not right. Neil has already realized that this does not mean something offensive and is extremely glad that Andrew is now so open with him. As always. Andrew puts his hand on Neil's cheek, pulling him slightly towards him..