Some people lived for action and couldn't stand being idle or feeling like they had nothing to do. Andrew was usually this type of person, he'd joined the military after all, and his mutation was entirely physical, but after the events of the rescue and the sheer amount of power it had taken him to heal everyone, he was glad for the quiet.

He hadn't been one to go speak with the counselor. He'd had his fill of those in the military after his best friend (along with many of the others in his unit) had been killed and once he'd been discharged. He'd taken the offer then but hadn't stuck with it. Which probably made him a bit of a hypocrite pushing Kitty to see Adelaide, but he hadn't been the one in captivity being tortured for a week, and she was entirely too stubborn for his own good.

Both of them were so busy with their classes and taking care of the kids that they hadn't spent much time together, a problem he felt needed to be rectified. At first he'd though of finding her and making her come to lunch with him since he knew she hadn't been eating, but that would make it easier for her to beg off, so he rooted around in the kitchen for some kind of basket, finally finding one on the top shelf of the pantry. He filled it with easily-portable food, sandwiches and fruit along with a couple bottles of water and soda, and then he went searching for the elusive Katherine Pryde.

Andrew finally found her in the garage, which wasn't really a surprise, and it was that much closer to the outdoors which meant it'd be easier to drag her out. He leaned up against the doorway and watched her working on her bike, something he swore she did sometimes even if the machine didn't need it, and there was a smudge of engine grease on the side of her nose that he found terribly endearing.

"That must be the cleanest bike in all of Westchester," he finally said, walking over to her.