Andy smiled again and Woody felt like fist pumping the air; strange, since they had just met, but Woody had already started growing fond of his diminutive roommate. He had noticed Andy’s odd accent, but failed to ask him about it, because he didn’t want to make the boy self-conscious.
“Thanks Andy, but I’m okay. It’s worth the bad dreams, if I can help save an innocent child or bring a dangerous killer to justice.” Woody was so impressed that a guy like Andy, with all of his troubles, could express sympathy for someone he’d just met. The longer he knew Andy, the more he liked him.
Oh no! After making his offer of being a cuddle-mate for Andy, the smaller boy turned white as a sheet and his body went rigid. He should have known better than to offer such a thing; it was totally inappropriate of him. What was he thinking? Poor Andy probably thought Woody was going to pounce on him, when he closed his eyes.
Woody was going to stand up, but thought better of it; he stayed on his bed and waved his hands, “Andy…! Andy…! NONONO! Don’t worry about it, buddy! I should not have offered such a thing, okay? It was inappropriate. You don’t even know me. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He wanted so bad to go over and hug the nervous boy and stroke his hair to comfort him, but that very thing was what just set him off.
“That’s very kind of you, Andy, but I can usually handle my bad dreams okay. The worst I might do is turn on my bedside lamp for a little while to maybe read until I can go back to sleep.” Woody smiled at Andy and rested his back against the wall; he felt that was a huge thing the other boy just offered him and he was touched by it.