#todd reading this like 'hm i wonder if he's gotten my hints in other letters'

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AU where Todd somehow got to Neil’s house the night after Midsummer and they spend that whole winter holiday writing letters to each other where they try to hide their feelings just in case but they get less discrete as they go along until by the end it’s literally like:

My dear Todd, 

I was thinking about what you said in your last letter about our dorm feeling more like a home than home, and I have to agree. I don’t really know what the definition of home is, but half destroyed desk-sets and pieces of clothing in each other’s closets somehow feels like we’re on the right track. My room here feels desolate compared to ours at Welton. I miss the sight of you scribbling down annotations on a novel, or me looking over your shoulder as you explain a biology question so I can look at your textbook. To be honest, I miss your scent clinging onto my bedsheets and us existing in the same atmosphere. I miss feeling that you’re close to me every night. 

It’s like knowing that you’re there makes me feel safe, does that make any sense at all?

Anyway, I hope your family is being better and that New Years isn’t as bad as Christmas. You deserve to be listened to. Things here are not the best, my dad won’t let go of the play and my mom won’t really hang on to anything at all, but it was all worth it. It would’ve been worth it just to see the look that you gave me when I had finished performing. 

I was also trying to find new reading recommendations for you. Have you ever read Oscar Wilde? There’s a couple of poems of his I think you’d really like, not to mention his other works. Maybe we should ask Captain if we can study him when we go back in January, although I think Cameron might have a heart attack if we stray any farther away from the syllabus. 

I really do miss you, and ironically enough, I’m looking forward to getting back to Welton next week.

Yours,

Neil