Andy licked his lips but didn't say anything, hearing Taj out. He didn't remember that Taj and Adrian had spoken and he wasn't sure how he felt about that - his brother (and now more) and his fuck buddy (ex fuck buddy? friend? what?) getting close? No, he didn't know how to feel about that and couldn't at the moment.
He didn't know if he'd be able to speak to Adrian right then though. The way he felt it was as though it would be too much of an effort for him to even get up from Taj's lap, nevermind speak to someone else. Something in him did lean out for Adrian though, although that was being swamped underneath the swelling nausea.
"Yeah." he said though, a tiny cheep of consent to the idea, though it was clear his mind wasn't on it. "Just. What about us. Tajeen. What about us?" he spoke in fragmented sentences like saying too much would cause other things to come out of his mouth, a flood of words about what had happened, or tears, or everything he'd eaten that was still in his stomach.