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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Rose's comment about April afforded her a genuine, if surprised, laugh from Andy in response. "Yeah, well, April hung out in the sewers with them; she probably stopped noticing pretty quick," he pointed out. "I don't need to smell pretty, I just need not to be able to smell my own BO, is all," he added with a wry grin.

It would've been funny to Andy to know that Rose automatically considered him one of those men who didn't like to share his feelings, because he was quite the opposite. Elliot, Luna, and Lexie had all seen him in states of raw emotion and frailty. Most especially Lexie, given she'd been there by his side the whole time he'd been under the Ketamine so she could do his stitches. Whether or not by his choice, that had been him at his lowest on display for two beautiful women both of whom he felt interest toward. He had only spared a moment to feel ashamed and even then only because he'd thrown up all over the floor when his head had been in Lexie's lap. Elliot had seen him after the experiments when he'd been in the panic room and in the mirror room; she'd seen him after he'd thought he'd watched Lexie die and when he'd literally touched Luna's corpse, pushing her long blonde hair out of her face as though it still mattered.

While Andy wasn't a huge fan of showing other men his weaknesses, he was very much okay with letting women see them. Mainly because Andy knew that women actually liked to see weakness in men. In fact, the women in Andy's experience had been those who prefered to nurture under those circumstances and Rose was no exception, from what he could tell. He'd met her yesterday as a six-year-old version of himself and even then he'd known that she was the nuturing type. The problem with Rose was that she was new to this place and he knew that. He wasn't sure what kind of horrors she'd seen or experienced either here or in life in the real world, but he wasn't going to test the waters or scare her by sharing the things he'd seen.

A small smile crept over his face as he looked back at her. "Psh, nobody does anything I don't want them to do," he said with an air of cockiness that was, quite frankly, deserved in context. It was true. The only ones he knew of here on whom he could not use his mind control were Sam and Illyana. Everyone else was fair game. He often made jokes about using it when he really had no intention, but he'd already used them when he felt he had to to help someone survive.

He'd used it on Martha to make her run when she wanted to stay and would've gotten herself killed by the cougar in doing so. He'd used it on the wolves to help Sarah when she had needed to feed in secret. He'd considered using it on Elliot and Lexie both to calm them down and tell them that everything was going to be okay, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it because calming them down falsely didn't seem justified by the reward of survival. Calm or freaked, they'd still live.

But, even if Rose was kidding, the context would give way to reward of survival; thus, he would have no problem - okay, he'd have a little problem - with using the mind control to help her out. The same was true for Illyana if she felt that strongly about him keeping her secret about the teleporting. He knew the importance of freaks uniting and staying under the radar. It was why he'd helped Sarah, after all. "I'm really good like that," he added with a wink before taking a few steps backward away from her and toward the locker room.