Woody shrugged, “I always have good intentions, Andy, I promise you that.” He slid down and swiveled around until he was reclining sideways on the bed, facing Andy, “I do have to apologize, because I need to pay more attention to what I’m doing, Andy. You have made it quite clear that you want space and I stupidly offer to cuddle with me.” He shook his head, “Come on, my head is in the air…”, he chuckled, “…dumb blond syndrome, I guess.” Poor Andy; Woody just hoped that he could hold himself back from touching or hugging the boy, until the actions were wanted.
“Oh, I’m sure, buddy. I think you have enough on your plate, without dealing with my troubles.” Woody thought that they had spoken enough about negative things; he wanted to talk about fun stuff. “So, Andy, what’s your favorite color? What’s your favorite food? Do you have a favorite movie or book? How about a TV show?” Woody wanted to know all about Andy and his favorite things; maybe they had some things in common.
After their talk, Woody pulled a book from his backpack and stood up, “Would you mind if I soaked in the tub while I read a little bit, Andy? It’s one of my favorite things to do, when I want to relax before bedtime.” Opening a duffel bag, Woody pulled out a light blue towel, tossed it on the bed and proceeded to undress; once he was naked, he wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbed his book and headed for the bathroom. He smiled at Andy and winked, “If you need to use the facilities, just call in and I’ll close the curtain, okay?”