If the expressions on Andy’s face were any indication, Woody’s fears were realized; the whole relationship topic really wasn’t something he enjoyed talking about. The stuttering way he told Woody that he didn’t date and wasn’t interested in dating, sort of said everything, even without the body language. “Oh, don’t feel bad for me, Andy. I’m a big boy. I’m going to turn things around, now that I’m here at the institute.
Woody felt so bad for Andy and what he had to go through. “I guess you have to look at it that way, huh? In a matter of degrees. Still, I wish you didn’t have to experience and pain or discomfort, you know?”
“Well, if other people don’t want to befriend you, that’s their loss, Andy. Screw them! You’re a great guy and don’t you ever feel differently.” Woody honestly couldn’t understand why Andy didn’t have tons of friends. People here needed to help the little guy out with his nerves and his anxiety. He chuckled over the way Andy promised to tell him the truth, “Well, I’d rather hear the truth, Andy, even if it hurts, so don’t worry about hurting my feelings.”