[He smiles, a little lopsided, when she bumps against his chin. Loath as he is to admit it, Andy's got a point. He really doesn't want to think about what this means for his taste, so he instead allows himself the comfort of the rest of this afterglow-- Andy warm and comfortable against him, the dark and quiet of this apartment inviting and easy, instead of lonely.
He huffs out a quiet laugh.]
Okay. I'll give you that. But I'm not exactly your average guy, either.
[She's mostly seen him in his dullest state, but she's also seen him kill and fight. Surely that's enough to pick up that there's something else just below his placid surface.]
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He huffs out a quiet laugh.]
Okay. I'll give you that. But I'm not exactly your average guy, either.
[She's mostly seen him in his dullest state, but she's also seen him kill and fight. Surely that's enough to pick up that there's something else just below his placid surface.]