Adrian finally ran out of things to say back. Logically speaking, Andy made sense. But, Adrian was a damaged soul, very damaged, hence being exactly who he was, once angel, now demon, President in Hell. Things like that just couldn't penetrate him and make him feel sentimentality towards himself. He hated himself... as flamboyant or loud or crazy or self confident the man ever seemed... his self loathing was beyond earthly potential. He passed everything Andy said over, starting to block, some self defensive survival tactic he'd grown to practice over time. He focused on the newer subject at hand. "I know. It's cool. We've both been really busy... tied up." The words tied up somehow triggered thoughts of Andy's father, as that's how he last saw him.