Andrew is sitting on his bed; or rather the shared one between him and Neil, and staring at the ceiling. He can't believe he's here. In a house. That he owns. Co-owns. With a man. He's gay. What the fuck. And speak of the devil and he shall appear, the man of the hour steps in the room, freshly showered, (Andrew said he would leave if Neil didn't wash up). The ginger lays down next to him and asks something that he doesn't hear right away. Oh. He's asking yes or no.

"...Yeah."