Andy's mouth quirked but it was too small and miserable to be called a smile really. "Thank you, that's really kind." He really did appreciate it, he just wished that he could be as open with Woody as Woody seemed to be able to be with him. He just couldn't bring himself to bring his guards down; the last time he'd been relaxed around someone he trusted he- he wasn't thinking about that. He couldn't trust anyone though, especially not someone he's just met, even if he did seem like the sweetest guy.
"Not at all. It was lovely, you play really well." He was going to ask about that depression when he was asked a question first. "I, yeah, sometimes." he admitted, feeling awkward about it after hearing that. There were more pressing matters than his crappy playing though. "Do you get those moods a lot?" he asked, his tone soft but open and understanding, worried about the answer and his mind only going to the same place it always did when the topic of depression and other such things came up.