Andy was picking up all the slivers and shards he could find, working industriusly to do a good and thorough job, like that would make up for things too, like that would make up for anything. He rubbed his hand over the carper, hoping none of the pieces in the phone were gold, when Taj was suddenly there again.
He looked up, feeling the look more than anything, just in time for Taj to shuffle over and hold him. Andy turned his hand and dropped what phone pieces he had so that he could hold Taj back and rest his head in the crook of Taj's neck, his favourite place for it to be. "I'm glad." he murmured in there, muffled but audible.