Andy's mind was preoccupied with the mystery of the thing that he couldn't remember. He had no job. What the hell had happened? The vague memories he might have had after the arrow had hit him and worn off had been further buried by his denial based healing mind until it was just some grey smear on the palette of his life.
He was happy to go up to the roof and see Taj though, seeing his brother almost guaranteed to put a smile on his face these days. He peeked his head up, never really as comfortable as being up here, or rather, at seeing Taj up here, as his brother seemed to be. He knew it made Taj happy though and that was good enough for him, even though the worry of Taj falling did lodge itself in his throat on a semi-permanent basis.
His brother looked cool and relaxed up there, tie-belt flicking against the breeze, bottle unopened beside him and some soft song that Andy didn't recognise drifting out into the air. Really, he could have hidden there and kept watching until it got too dark for him to see, but the lure of Taj right there and in touching distance and wearing jeans that Andy knew were soft and comfortable and broken-in because he'd worn them himself, Andy couldn't resist.
He crept up on quiet unicorn feet and came around with a smile and a 'hey', moving to sit at Taj's feet and curl up around his legs, resting his cheek on Taj's thigh like some huge cat, his hand going to curl against Taj's shin.