Andy laughs. "Yeah, he's a little weed, that one." He's still half draped over Matthew's shoulder, leaning heavily. He tugs on Matthew's high collar, chosen--like all his wardrobe--to hide the scar from his suicide attempt, and grins at him lopsidedly. "Hey, Matty, this guy gonna take you home to-night? I thought you were savin' it for marriage, lassie."
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