Someone like him? Andy wasn't sure how to take that but his mind was wired in such a way that he was sure it couldn't mean anything good. He wasn't sure what was coming when Woody began speaking about his family, waiting for the poison to come out, but it didn't. Woody didn't say anything that he was expecting to hear, but he wasn't sure if what followed was any better. He immediately felt unsure and afraid, now aware he would be sleeping in the same room as someone who wanted to be physically close to him and who could probably do so regardless of what Andy wanted.
He was curled back in on himself again, eyes on every move Woody made in case his next would be to lunge at him or something. "Possibly." he said, not wanting to encourage any close proximity. He felt like he was prepared and ready but he looked more like a rabbit in the headlights. He heard Woody out, still worried about the guy despite being somewhat terrified of him and what could happen now, but not wanting to hear that Woody was in the same pit of despair that swallowed him a lot of the time. He wasn't sure if what Woody told him was an indication of what he wanted from Andy or just coincidence, but he was a little unsure about not seeing the danger in it. "Wh-what abilities do you have?" he asked, because at the very least it would be good to know what he was dealing with.