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

Andy smirked in spite of himself. "I knew it!" he said with mock accusation as he pointed at her. His smile faltered but didn't drop entirely away when Lexie said he should only start out with fifteen minutes of walking. That wouldn't get him very far. Maybe to the carnival, if he hobbled along on the crutches fast enough. But then he'd be stuck there and it was too fucking cold to be stuck outside. "That's cool, I planned on hanging onto the crutches until you said I didn't have to, anyway," he admitted, albeit grudgingly. He, too, was unsure about the stability of fucking dental floss holding him together.

"Nah, I meant this morning," Andy replied, shaking his head. "You know, got my tea and an apple and got the pants off so you didn't have to dick around with that when you got here...you know, that stuff. If I'm getting cabin fever because I can't walk, imagine how she feels, because she can. I can't lock her up in here, ya know? It's cool if she goes off for a little bit during the day and everything," he replied, forcing a small smile in hopes of reassuring Lexie that he was fine alone for small periods of time.

When Lexie pushed, though, Andy closed himself off, rubbing his forehead with one hand and closing his eyes. Fuck, was he really that transparent? "You know what? I don't even know. I don't know what her deal is. I know that I like her and that I kissed her and that she freaked out and ran out into the woods, and I know that she misunderstood some stupid ass thing I said and she won't let me explain. I know that she's talking to the goddamn Winchesters and I know that I'm just a scrawny dude from Oklahoma and I can't fucking begin to compare to a couple of giant-sized male model types with hero complexes. I'm too fucking tired to try, too. She's uncomfortable with me, she doesn't want to be around me - she can't even look at me straight - and I don't want to be a thorn in her side. That's what I know. So, I'll figure something out that makes everybody happy. Jesus, you sound like Dean," he muttered wearily, running the hand on his forehead through his hair and then dropping it uselessly into his lap.