Neil and Andrew

Inhale, exhale. The boys breathed in unison, calmly, evenly. Finally, they could live peacefully, without worrying about Exie, the rapists, their father.
Josten and Minyard complemented each other like caramel and ice cream. Andrew—silent, indifferent, and traumatized to the point of screaming; Neil—sharp-tongued, and just as traumatized. The traumatized always complement each other far more than the "healthy" ones.

Joseph never let anyone get close to him, squirming at the mere sight of strangers, and touching him was a no-brainer. He didn't even let his cousin and twin get as close as Neil Josten, a seemingly quiet, reserved, and intimidated boy whom he seemed to "hate"? At first he did, and then... he hated him too much, and he still hates him, and always will.

The foxes whispered quietly in the doorway, some of them clicking and grumbling. One of them was Nicholas, who held his phone aimed at the sleeping couple, chuckling. However, he has a strong instinct for self-preservation, so he hid behind his other teammates.

–Have you been a suicide bomber for a long time?

Aaron hissed in disapproval, frowning at the picture before his eyes. Like Andrew, he'd initially disliked Neil, and unlike the former, he still couldn't accept him. And he didn't want to; he didn't believe the "runner" was truly right for his brother. He was disgusted by the sight of himself with this redhead.

"Two windows won't do any harm!" Nikki whispered, looking at his cousin, taking a few more photos, then lowering his phone, hiding his smile. He immediately felt himself being pulled out of the hallway by the scruff of his neck and the door closed behind everyone. Kevin closed it, putting an end to this circus. But he miscalculated his strength and closed the door so hard it slammed.

Inhale, exhale. The boys breathed in unison, calmly, evenly. Finally, they could live peacefully, without worrying about Exie, the rapists, their father.
Josten and Minyard complemented each other like caramel and ice cream. Andrew—silent, indifferent, and traumatized to the point of screaming; Neil—sharp-tongued, and just as traumatized. The traumatized always complement each other far more than the "healthy" ones.

Joseph never let anyone get close to him, squirming at the mere sight of strangers, and touching him was a no-brainer. He didn't even let his cousin and twin get as close as Neil Josten, a seemingly quiet, reserved, and intimidated boy whom he seemed to "hate"? At first he did, and then... he hated him too much, and he still hates him, and always will.

The foxes whispered quietly in the doorway, some of them clicking and grumbling. One of them was Nicholas, who held his phone aimed at the sleeping couple, chuckling. However, he has a strong instinct for self-preservation, so he hid behind his other teammates.

–Have you been a suicide bomber for a long time?

Aaron hissed in disapproval, frowning at the picture before his eyes. Like Andrew, he'd initially disliked Neil, and unlike the former, he still couldn't accept him. And he didn't want to; he didn't believe the "runner" was truly right for his brother. He was disgusted by the sight of himself with this redhead.

"Two windows won't do any harm!" Nikki whispered, looking at his cousin, taking a few more photos, then lowering his phone, hiding his smile. He immediately felt himself being pulled out of the hallway by the scruff of his neck and the door closed behind everyone. Kevin closed it, putting an end to this circus. But he miscalculated his strength and closed the door so hard it slammed.