With a huge, encouraging smile, Woody soothed, “They will help you, Andy. I know they will.” Woody saw the cute boy sitting on the bed across the room from him and he thought how unfair it was that he had to have an ability that tortured him so. However, something told Woody that it wasn’t just his ability that was tormenting Andy; there was more. He wouldn’t pry, though; if the other boy wanted to tell him, he would.
“It’s no big deal…”, he waved it away with his hand, embarrassed to even have mentioned it, compared to Andy’s problems. “I have it easy compared to you, Andy. You’re a tough guy, you know that?” He wasn’t just flattering Andy; the boy was tough…he had to be to have dealt with an ability like that with such side effects for so long.
Shaking his head, Woody wiped tears off his cheeks, “No, Andy, I don’t want to leave you. I was just offering to leave, if my presence brought you pain. You have enough on your plate and I didn’t want to add to it.” Woody held his hands out, “I promise to keep my distance, okay. I think we will become good friends.”