"Dental floss," Andy confirmed with a smirk. The smirk, however, faded slightly when Sam asked whether Andy had been off the leg the whole time. A solemn nod was his response. "Yeah, it's awesome having to sit in the same place for days at a time, only getting up to take a leak, bro. Might not be so bad if this was a hospital and shit but these pews aren't all that comfy."
Going throught he box, Andy looked like a kid at Christmas, excited as all hell about the prospect of finally getting to shave. "Oh man, you're the shit, Sam; I'm starting to look like a motherfucking Yeti, dude. Stubble suits me, maybe...a beard in the making, not so much," he laughed.
Andy let the comment about Cold Oak go, if only because he realized a little too late that it was a pretty shitty thing to say, considering Lily had died there. Andy was a pro at lacking tact when he forgot to think before he spoke. It was happening a lot more often than he'd have liked lately, though... Add another notch, he thought.
Frowning, Andy shrugged. "Nothin' man, he's just fucking crampin' my style," he said, making a face. "If it's not bad enough she won't come near me, talk to me, or even look at me, I've got freakin' Fabio over there stealing my thunder. Screw that, he's your brother; take his ass back to your joint," he replied, trying to sound as annoyed as he felt and only managing to sound slightly irked in spite of the smirk on his face. Okay, he was proud of himself for the crack on Dean...that was kind of clever, right? Fabio. He'd store that away for a rainy day, for sure. "But seriously, though, what brings you over here, dude? I haven't seen you since..." he let his voice trail off and gave Sam an apologetic, impish smile. Since the night he'd made a shitty comment about Sam's hero complex.