Poor Woody - the subject of romantic relationships was probably one of the worst for him and he really couldn't cope with the compliments at all. The only person to have spoken to him like that in the past had been his teacher and that had all been nothing more than empty flattery, as though it would make what was being done to him less horrible because it came wrapped up in a pretty box. He felt himself tense up and he couldn't do anything to make himself look more relaxed, so he got up off the bed and paced in the hopes that it would make him look less upset; it didn't really work.
"No, no, I don't date. I'm not into... dating. I don't date." he stammered, trying to make himself ignore the chill of fear at Woody's comment about his being 'snatched up' and listening to Woody's problems. "I'm sorry you've been forced to that." he said, with feeling.
"It was worse." he assured, conscious of eyes on him and avoiding making eye contact. "It's easier to deal with it when I know it could be worse."
"Not at all." Andy confirmed. "I've never met anyone who wanted to befriend me so much." he tried to say it lightly but that dark thing that always lingered around him twisted it just a little so it sounded both lonely and suspicious and a little longing too. "I'll be honest with you." he assured, sincere. "I can't promise that you'll like it, but I will be."