From the time that Woody entered the room until now, Andy had seemed to calm down a bit and grown accustomed to Woody. He looked less tense and he was talking a lot more freely. “Good, because I mean it and I plan on being here for you too, Andy. Whenever you need me, all you have to do is say so, okay?”
“No problem…you’re welcome”, Woody responded. He wondered how many people at the institute had problems with their abilities like Andy did. How many of them suffered debilitating pain, when their gift activated and which psychic abilities were most commonly the ones to do that? He was truly curious about this and planned to pay attention to the other psychics here.
“Oh my God, Andy…was that a laugh?”, Woody teased, thinking the blush looked adorable on his diminutive roomie. “Andy, no one can guarantee to say the right thing all the time! No matter what you say, I will know that you always mean well…”, he chuckled, “…unless you call me an asshole, of course.” The more he and Andy chatted, the more Woody was certain he was in the correct room; he really enjoyed Andy’s company, whether Andy had a poor self-image or not. Hopefully, Woody would be able to help a little with that.