Neil wasn't worried. He was used to being apart from Andrew for weeks at a time, so 14 days was going to feel like nothing. They would do their separate quarantines and then drive to their shared home. It was no big deal. Neither of them gets sick very often, and the chances of either of them having this were low right now. Everything was going to be fine. Right? Or: A kind of sad quarantine fic featuring Andreil. *** Also on AO3 ***