one of my favorite underrated moments in tfc is the one near the end when the foxes win and dan runs up to neil to make sure he’s unharmed and all neil comments is “we won” and dan just laughs and says ‘yeah, neil. we won!” bc its such a neil thing to do. he almost just got killed (again) and all he can think about is the fact that the foxes beat the ravens. and dan is just so happy bc he’s okay. and i just love their relationship so much.
I still can’t get over how Andrew was surprised when Neil wasn’t wearing his contacts the first time they went to Columbia.
When Nicky first tells him not to wear them, it seems like Andrew sent Nicky as his minion to make him not wear them.
But then Andrew is surprised and asks why Neil isn’t wearing them when he goes to pick Neil up.
Andrew, who shows no interest in anything and is known for barely talking to people, kept everything else he found in Neil’s room secret, but would not shut up about the fact that Neil wore brown contact lenses and he didn’t like the colour.
He talked about Neil’s fake eye colour so much that Nicky went and told Neil not to wear the contacts anymore just to try to sate Andrew.
Neil had forgotten what it was like to be touched without malicious
intent. He’d forgotten what body heat felt like. Everything about Andrew
was hot, from the hands holding him down to the mouth steadily taking
Neil apart. Neil finally understood why his mother thought this was so
dangerous. This was distraction and indiscretion, avoidance and denial.
It was letting hisguard down, letting someone in, and taking comfort in
something he shouldn’t have and couldn’t keep.
he would spend his last few months as neil josten, starting striker for the palmetto state foxes. he’d be kevin’s protégé, a teenager with a bright future, and his death would be a tragedy. it sounded a lot better than dying scared and alone halfway around the world.
“Didn’t you notice? They’re uniting around and behind you. That’s something special. You’re something special.” “You don’t even who know I am.” “The hell I don’t,” Wymack said. “You’re Neil Josten, nineteen year-old recruit from Millport, Arizona. Born March 31st, five-foot-three, right-handed, stick size three. Starting striker for my Foxes and most improved freshman striker in NCAA Class I Exy.”
