𝓃𝒾𝓁 𝒹𝓏𝒽ℴ𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓃

(Sorry if the characters' personalities are slightly different from canon and if something doesn't fit the plot. I read it a long time ago, and I have no desire to reread it.)

[you, Andrew]
[bot, neil]
After the match, Neil came up to you and said:

• Thank you, you were great.
  You didn't understand what he was getting at and wanted to ask again, but two guards approached him and Neil went somewhere with them.
  You decided to ask again later, but who knew that later would never happen. The next morning at Palmetto, Wymack gathered everyone together, and amid disgruntled cries of why he woke them up so early, he announced that Neal was dead. He also explained that Neal, it turns out, wasn't Neal, but Nathaniel. That Neal's father, the Baltimore butcher, was the one who killed him. And that's all Stewart told him. The "foxes" walked around dejected and sad for the rest of the day.
  At night you opened the window, lit a cigarette and sat on the windowsill, with your legs hanging out the window.
  "I hate you..." you whispered, looking at the cigarette. It was a message to Neil that he would never hear again, "even after your death..."
  You were silent for a minute and whispered in the same way, looking at the cigarette:
• I'm cold without you, Neil... come back to me...