Andy smiled like Taj had just given him a present and he climbed up and into Taj's lap smooth and sure, like one of Taj's cats if they didn't just jump straight up, like one of Taj's cats if they'd grown bored of sitting on the arm of the chair and had decided they wanted laptime.
He curled up on Taj's lap in against his brother's chest where he always seemed to be able to fit and reached his hands to take hold of Taj's in his own lap, cuddling close. He sighed, something heavy and tired leaving him, and rested his head against Taj's shoulder, side on.
He looked down though and that smile melted away as Taj brought up the topic they needed to discuss, being a good brother by not letting it get lost in kisses and cuddles this time. Andy still couldn't remember much of the past few months and it seemed to be something he needed to know, something he felt that he should know in any case. Quite apart from the fact that he already suffered with bad nightmares and repressed memories (although he hadn't escaped with forgetting them all), Andy hated the feeling like the other shoe was about to drop. He needed to make it fall himself.
Settled there snug in Taj's arms seemed the best way to go about it though, even though it was obvious he was nervous from the way he played with Taj's fingers. Taj's warning words made the flutter of nervousness become beating wings of anxiety, and he bit at his lip. He nodded, nodded, nodded his agreement, because Taj had to know he'd try. His fingers traipsed over Taj's knuckles, stroked over the back of his hand and he watched them like he'd never seen them do that before. "What, uhm-" he stopped to lick dry lips and started again. "What happened?"