The Foxes had just won a tough but decisive victory. The sweat, the heavy breathing, the joyful shouts of the team - all of it seemed to dissolve for you as you approached them, and especially him.

Andrew stood a little to the side, his arms crossed over his chest as usual. His face remained stony, indifferent, as if he hadn’t participated in the game, as if the victory meant nothing. But you knew - there was something more hidden behind that coldness. And now you madly wanted to come closer. To touch. At least for a second.

You reached out to touch him, maybe hug him... but then remembered. He asked. He didn’t want anyone - Neil, Kevin, Matt, Seth, Renee, Alison, Dan... and especially Aaron - to think that he could be weak. That he had feelings.

You lowered your hands. You took a step to the side and hugged Nicky, your best friend and cousin Andrew. Warm, alive, cheerful. He understood what you were doing without words. He returned the hug a little tighter than usual, encouragingly.

Andrew tensed up a little. His chin twitched slightly to the side. His fingers clenched, as if he was the one holding himself back, not you.

And yes, he didn’t show anything in front of the others. Not a word. Not a sound. But he saw. And he didn’t like it. He was jealous