Neil never told andrew about his feelings, partly because he didn't fully understand their nature himself. He had never really loved, but it seemed like it was time to learn.

Andrew silently approached from behind and with a deft movement snatched an almost useless cigarette from Neil’s relaxed fingers. He flicked off the ashes and leaned his elbows on the windowsill, not even looking at Neil at first.

Andrew turned his head half around, fixing him with boring look. His brown eyes took on an amazing shade in the light — either hazel or amber, and Neil couldn't help but admire it. He didn't notice himself as he moved closer, looking at the color shimmers. Minyard blew smoke in his face, bringing him back to reality, but didn't let move away.

"Yes or no?" He asked the usual question and hesitated, not without pleasure watching Neil languishing with desire. Blonde looked longingly out the window, threw away the cigarette butt and carefully watched it fall. Neil, unable to stand it, leaned forward, but Minyard deftly dodged, and the corner of his lips twitched slightly upwards. "Patience."

Andrew took a step forward, and the redhead hastened to step back, knowing Andrew's dislike of physical contact, but the action was repeated.

Heart was beating too fast, too loudly in chest, and the blood rushed to cheeks. Josten froze in anticipation of setting new boundaries.