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Andrew Minyard doesn’t recover

And that’s okay- here’s why

Many people have been angry about the extra content through the years, but by far the thing that I see the most people being pissed about is this, “Andrew and Neil doesn’t get married” and the “they never say I love you”

But let’s talk about this for a minute

Because just because he doesn’t recover, doesn’t mean he doesn’t get better

He does, he keeps a stable relation to his brother, cousin and Kevin after graduation, something he wouldn’t have before

He let’s himself care for Neil and the cats

He starts finding some sort of joy in Exy with the people he cares about and who cares about him

He gets well enough to sleep in the same bed as Neil and have sex with him

He gets well enough to go on mundane dates with his partner on the beach, FaceTime Nicky on schedule and cuddle up with the cats at night

He gets a lot better

Don’t relate “full recovery” to “getting better” because they’re wildly different

He shows that even if you do not recover completely from the trauma you’ve suffered, from the hurt, you can still live and be happy with the people you love

So if I see one more person saying that he’s “bad mental health rep” I might actually have to fight them

I feel like Isaac would try not to cry while having sex. And fail.

hear me out.

traumatized man getting the attention and love he so readily craves, yet also touch repulsed because good god what if they become a necromorph. That’ll be awkward and terrifying. Imagine going pound town on someone and they turn into an alien zombie. Dead on the spot-

while Isaac is overthinking, his bed partner calls him so gently he swears he might be seeing Nicole for a second there. He had stopped mid thrust. And he shares eye contact with the softest gaze, with a gaze full of love that has him tearing up, because fuck he just wants to be okay, he just wants to be happy.

and he is okay in the arms of someone that knows he’s broken yet still lingers and wants him.

he cries. He whimpers and howls, just letting everything out. All the pain, all the blood he had to see and the people he’s lost.

but here? Here he’s heard. He’s seen. He’s understood.

He’s loved.

the next time he finds himself in a bed with that same loving person he can’t help the embarrassment from his outburst, yet that is forgotten in the soft pleasure of lazy sex and easy comfort.

I've come realization that I'm an empath and keep suffering with the above mentioned points under self abandonment. Healing from this is f%$!ing hard but it has to be done. Just gotta keep moving forward!!