Me, an intellectual: Andrewlearned that it’s okay to love and be loved, and he accepted Neil into his life while also freeing Aaron from an agreement that was unhealthy for the both of them in order to begin mending their relationship as brothers
no but seriously you guys Aaron Minyard is a backliner. just think about that for a minute.
“What position do you want to play?”
“The one where I stand next to the tallest guy on the court and people try and run over me and i’m like ‘fuck no, back the fuck off’.”
Like i believe that Andrew is a goalie because of course he is, he’s the last line of defense, the immoveable, the one who ruins everyone’s day saying “no.” And Aaron is like “bring me the glory seeking strikers so i can shove them away and be like no not today - and if you get by me, may i introduce you to my twin brother in the goal there.”
minyard twins =the one-two punch of “I don’t think so motherfucker”
“quiet, quiet. quiet. look at me,” he said, but it took him a while longer before he could sit up and face aaron again. he pressed a hand to aaron’s bloodied shirt. “it’s everywhere. what did he do?”
“it’s not mine,” aaron said. “it’s not mine, it's—andrew, he—”
andrew touched aaron’s temple where he himself was injured as if he expected to find an identical injury there. “did he touch you?”
“what did he—”
andrew knotted his fingers in aaron’s hair and yanked to shut him up. “answer me. i said, did he touch you?”
they were twins, whether they wanted to be or not, whether they could stand each other or not, and it was as much a blessing as a curse. a childhood apart meant nothing, and andrew’s drugs were inconsequential in the end. aaron still saw himself on every inch of andrew’s skin and in the tiny gestures and tics they shared.
