So far, Andy's day was looking up in comparison to the previous night. Yeah, Luna was still acting weird and yeah, he was going to leave as soon as he could because he couldn't handle it anymore, but...it had been admittedly motherfucking funny watching Sam pull the prank on Dean. Guy deserved it for honing in on Andy's territory without asking and worse, for giving Luna a perfectly good reason not to talk to him and not to let him explain what had gone down a couple of days ago, which he could only assume was why she was so upset.
So when he heard Lexie's voice, a part of him sighed with relief. If she said his leg was all right, he'd put on a few more layers of clothes, pack up his shit, and leave the church. Andy could take a hint. He knew when he wasn't wanted around and he didn't like the idea of forcing his presence on her anymore. Especially if she had her choice of Winchester stock to take care of her.
"Yeah, up here," Andy called, raising an arm and waving it in the air so that she'd see it over the top edge of the pew in which he was laying, journal open and resting on his chest because he hadn't had anything better to do than read the immature and hilarious ramblings of other people. It was kind of nice to see, if he was honest; it meant that things were calm enough that people were cool with being dorks. That was a relief and it gave him a little bit of hope that maybe they'd get out of here soon.