Andy was quiet on the trip back, worried he was making the wrong choice, worried that Taj hadn't meant for him to stay, worried that he had. He felt weird going back to Taj's as well; the house didn't feel like home anymore.
He followed Taj in, didn't catch anything wrong with the property, wasn't thinking hard enough to realise that someone should really have met them at the door. Taj didn't usually let people into this sanctum of sorts so it wasn't really common for that to happen.
He followed Taj tentatively into the house, watched at a bit of a distance as Taj investigated, as he read the note and then turned. He was confused at Taj's desolate expression for a minute before the words hit and, with them, a veritable tidal wave of fury, all of it aimed at the person who put that tone into Taj's voice.
He wasn't good in these situations, but this was his brother and he knew what to do. He walked up to Taj and, for the second time that night, put his arms around him and hugged him, wordless. What good were words in these situations where life had let them down again the way it always would. He sighed heavily though, unhappy at Casper, sad that Taj was sad, and buried his face in against his brother's neck, trying to show in his body language that he wasn't going.