Andy could almost feel his heart rate reducing as Woody stepped away and sat back on his own bed, but the wave of shame at his reaction and his embarassment that Woody had seen right through his attempts to pretend he wasn't reacting was almost as bad. He felt his stomach twist uncomfortably and the last thing he wanted to do now was put anything in it. He stayed huddled up as he had been, that thick mop of dark hair covering the humilation in his eyes neatly and hiding him a little more as well. It wasn't so bad that he had to go away in his head the way he'd learned while he was at school, but he did want the bed to open up and swallow him a little bit.
He nodded that he was sure because he was worried about what would happen if he tried to speak around the sudden lump in his throat, but this was his new roommate and all he'd done since he'd arrived was be friendly and chatty and kind and he was probably regretting the cynical, miserable, antisocial dick he'd been roomed with - Andy couldn't stay silent in the face of that. "Thank you but I really don't feel like I could eat. You can get pizza in though, I'm not bothered by like the smell of food in here or anything." he tried to assure to make Woody feel more comfortable.
His attention was drawn to the guitar that Woody produced though, intrigued and indicating for Woody to go ahead. He listened quietly, the music managing to relax him out of his curl a little, not stopping to interupt - Woody definitely played better than he did and he liked hearing it.