Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brain_ninja) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
With a scandalized look, Andy tipped his head down and looked at Sam over the top of the aviators. "Are you kidding me? That guy is a fucking nut job. I'll take wife-beater role king Fred Savage over that crazy fucker any day," he replied, laughing. He watched as Sam stepped back inside to discard those awful parachute pants and he took up stride with Sam, happy that he could actually keep up with his long-legged friend with minimal effort. It was kind of a moment of secret, personal triumph for Andy, realizing he could keep pace with someone whose steps Andy nearly needed to doublt to keep up with. Shit yeah... "Not too shabby, man," he replied to Sam's question, looking up at him again and giving a facial shrug of only half Sam could probably see, given the shades Andy was now donning. "She's takin' it out today, man, I'm good to go."
When Sam made comment about Lexie's having thought of dental floss, he smiled proudly. "Yeah, she's pretty cool; you should meet her," he replied, his eyes getting a bit of a far off look, even if Sam wouldn't be able to see it. He blinked, then, to bring himself back and nodded. "Doc Lex is the shit, bro. Dude, though, I gotta say...I could've lived without the bad trip I got pulled into when she knocked me out to do the stitches. I guess being high as fuck doesn't always beat passing out from pain. If I could do it again, I'd fuckin' just have her do it when I was awake and shit; that was the worst trip ever, man, and I am never touching hallucinogens again as long as I live," he vowed.
The gravel crunched under their sneakers as they moved down the road and under the bright, warm sunshine, Andy felt pretty fucking good. It was nice to have company, and it was even nicer to be able to move around and not worry about how long he'd been on the leg and whether he should go back to the church and retreat into his loneliness just to keep from tearing the wound. It was cool having Sam around, actually, and even if maybe he never would've ended up being friends with the guy in the real world, he actually kinda fuckin' liked Sam. Ol' boy was pretty good company, really, and it was nice as hell to see a familiar face from the real world - or, more specifically, nice to see a familiar face that didn't turn away whenever Andy was in their sights.
But, he was feeling good and feeling able and Sam was there, and they were hangin' the fuck out. Like hell he was gonna let himself fall into the land of the emos with thoughts about Trace. Not now. Not ever, if he could help it, really.