"Hey," Neil said, or thought he said. He didn't recognize his own voice. "Andrew. Andrew, are you—" He couldn't ask if Andrew was okay. He wasn't that cruel. He would beg Andrew to stop laughing if he could but every word he spoke threatened to set off his gag reflex. All he could do was hang on, fingers knotted in the sheet he'd gotten up to Andrew's shoulders.
WHAT IF I JUST KMS
