It wasn't lost upon Andy that Luna wouldn't - maybe couldn't - look at him. Apparently, whatever else he'd done had really upset her, he could only assume. So, when Lexie asked the other woman to prop him up, he shook his head and, with effort, sat up on his own, putting his hands behind him and leaning back on them. They shook under his weight, but he'd survive. "Don't worry about it, she doesn't have to," he said to Lexie, all the while looking back at Luna. "I'll be fine. I'm coming down," he added.
Lexie said he'd need to stay hydrated and to that he nodded as well. He didn't bother telling her that he somehow already knew he was out of water and the tea was just going to have to do the job for now. There was a thick sensation of discomfort in the air between the two women and he sighed. Lexie, he could tell by the tone in her voice, was just tired and he couldn't blame her. Whatever had ruffled Luna's feathers was out of his control for now, it seemed, if she wouldn't even look at him.
"Thanks, Lex," he said, finally looking over his shoulder at her. "For the stitches. I appreciate it." He could tell by the sudden awkwardness in the room that she wanted to leave and he had no intention of making her stay; she'd done more than enough to help him already. So that was his way of letting her know he lifted obligation off her shoulders entirely. She could go, if she wanted, and he wouldn't hold it against her.