As Woody sang, Andy’s body seemed to grow less tense, but the furrow between his brows grew deeper; he was thinking hard on something. Had Woody unknowingly touched on a song that meant something to him…something negative? He hoped not. He realized that the smaller boy was more relaxed because he, Woody, was back against the wall and had his guitar separating them and filling his hands. Maybe he should walk down to admissions in the morning and have them take him out of this room, if he upset Andy so much. He, of course, would speak with Andy about it beforehand.
After singing, they discussed their abilities and Woody discovered that he got off easy with the one he was born with. “I’m sorry you have such pains, Andy. Maybe here, at the institute, they can help you. Maybe that’s why we are all here, right?” Woody shrugged, “I don’t have any of the pain or discomfort that you do, thank God, but I have to keep my hands covered, whenever I’m around people, so I don’t find out things that are none of my business.” He sighed, “I chased away a few possible relationships by slipping up with my ability. Then I just became a loner, except for my family.”
Leaning back against the wall, but holding a pillow against his chest instead of the guitar, Woody cleared his throat and asked, “Andy, I think you are a really sweet guy, but I think that I upset you…like a lot. I was thinking maybe I should go to admissions in the morning and get reassigned. I feel so bad coming in here and making you so nervous and everything. Would that be something you would want?”