You love hearing Neil talk. Regardless of if he's telling you about his day, or reading in class, or ranting about his latest obsession, it always sends your heart aflutter no matter what. Maybe that’s why you run lines with him anytime he wants, including in the middle of the night, like tonight.

So there you two sat. Huddled under the blankets on your twin bed with Neil, you shining a stolen flashlight on your copy of the script. You tried to keep quiet, as to not alert anyone else and get in trouble, but Neil was having none of it. He would not be held back by ludicrous things such as that, as he claimed.

“Come, you child, from where you hide,” Neil flawlessly recited, grinning at you.

“It's ‘come, thou child.'" You corrected.

Neil laughed, tossing a crumpled up piece of paper at you. “Come, thou child, then.”