Woody made Andy smile again, particularly noticed because the expression felt strange on his face. He hadn't been this social with anybody in a very long time, the awkward Irish-Russian lilt in his accent speaking volumes about that considering he'd been in the US for some time now but still hadn't picked up the accent.
Things were going so well - he hadn't had a vision in the middle of a sentence and he hadn't driven Woody away with his neuroses yet - that something was bound to happen. It was something so innocent but it triggered a tripwire that lay in Andy's soul and resonated deep in him.
"I'm sorry to hear that." he said softly after hearing about Woody's nightmares; if there was anyone who deserved a peaceful sleep it had to be Woody. He was about to ask Woody more about those police readings, that on it's own making him nervous, worried that his new friend was somehow being taken advantage of when Woody's offer was made.
It was a strange but sweet offer and even though the idea of close physical contact - in someone else's bed especially - made everything in Andy twist up in fear he still appreciated the offer, at least until Woody's choice of words made him feel like the blood had frozen in his veins. He looked pale suddenly too, and on high alert like some prey animal about to leap away although Andy had nowhere to leap to.
"I don't, I don't think I can do that." he said, hating the stammer, wishing he could have said this without freaking out. "It's really, really kind of you, thank you, but I don't think I can do that. I can't-" he cut himself off before he said anything incriminating or that would make him seem really insane. He was crap at this, why did he think he should even be in this Institute, he should probably be locked up in an asylum somewhere where his social awkwardness could be safely ignored.
"You can always wake me up if you need to talk though." he added, not even his own fear stopping him from reaching out to Woody if he needed help.