Andy listened because he was good at that, despite the way he tended to wound when he himself spoke. He could take things in like a sponge, like there was never a cut off point where he became too saturated, possibly from learning to carry more pain on his shoulders when he was younger, like some kind of sick psychological weight training.
The extent to which Andy understood how Adrian was feeling though nearly scared him. He tensed in Adrian's arms without really knowing he was doing so and cringed a little bit as he thought about what he'd just heard and what he'd found out. "What do you think the answer is then?" he asked quietly, mostly for Adrian but somewhat for himself. "You, you love him, right? So, what, is it selfish to stay with him? Is it better to hurt him a little bit with the pain of losing you or to destroy him completely because he loves you?" he curled his hand against his chest, Adrian's hand in his.
"Don't you think that if you know what you're good for, what you're supposed to be, that it would be better to just give in and... be it?" Then, quieter because he realised that somewhere there he'd forgotten he was supposed to be talking about Adrian. "Then again... you haven't hurt me." He didn't think that Adrian would wholly understand what that truly meant to Andy, whose whole world had been being hurt unless he'd been with his brothers.