ravemmabroken:

He studied the outline of his face, the curves and angles he and Andrew had in common. 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. He always knew when Andrew was lying.