Woody settling on the other bed and then putting the shield of the guitar between them made Andy feel a lot safer and the minute he recognised that he hated himself all over again. Woody had something about him that made Andy want to be around, but his absolute terror of being touched again, of being hurt like that, made his wants feel conflicted. And then came the doubt - how could he want to be close to someone again after what had happened? Had he liked it in some way? All those years and he'd never said anything, kept going back and sure it had hurt his too-small body but he'd liked the attention. Hadn't he? And now he was still attracted to men even though he'd been hurt by one; did he even have the right to feel his stomach clench up in cold fear and his breathing come short and panicked whenever he was caught in the lift with a stranger, or a reason to leap away from an acquaintence who put a friendly hand on his shoulder?
He recognised the song that Woody broke into and it wasn't a good one for him. That song like a few others, Lullaby by the Cure for example, had taken on a sinister feel for him that he couldn't shake off. He didn't say anything though, and he could look at it objectively and see that Woody had a talent for that kind of thing. He knew he wasn't as good and he hoped that wouldn't matter.
"It's not pleasant." he had to agree, not when he tended to see the worst of things for some reason. He was surprised at Woody's concern but it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. "I've seen a couple of people. It's okay, it's just how my power affects my body I guess. I used to get nosebleeds all the time too but they've almost stopped happening." he didn't know how to react to Woody's almost tangible concern, picking at the bed covers. "What's it like to have psychometry?"