"...he had Neil Wesninski, with his truths and scars and eyes that promised to pull Andrew apart and find out how he worked. With his cautious hands and his welcoming mouth and the threat of his foot against Andrew’s throat, a fall at his back." (a switchblade is my preferred weapon — side b)

a playlist for badact's fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6731620/chapters/15386419

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