Thankful for the fact that Luna was willing to keep a watch when he was so tired, Andy gave her another small smile and a nod of renewed gratitude. He slid off the pew and down onto the alter cloth they'd been sleeping on the night before.
Laying on his back, Andy turned his head to look up at Luna one last time before he let himself pass out for a few hours...if only to get a last look at her face in case this whole thing - along with Cold Oak, if he was lucky - was just one big, fucked up, Taco Bell- and too much weed-induced nightmare. Maybe, he'd thought, if it was and he got a good look at her before he went back to sleep, in turn waking himself up in reality, at least he'd remember her face for a while. Although, in the process of moving his eyes upward, he took note of her muddy bare feet. "Dude..." he said, finally looking up at her face. "Have you been barefoot this whole time or just when you went outside to get more water...?" he asked.
A wave of fatigue ran through him and before he could let her answer, he lolled his head back again, looking up at the ceiling through bleary, tired eyes and blinking. Shit, he needed, like, a week's worth of sleep to make up for everything that had gone down in the past three days... He felt badly, but he couldn't help the fact that his eyes were already closing and sleep was already starting to take him. Hopefully, if she was a real girl and not a figment of his imagination, she'd be able to forgive him for passing out mid-conversation like a drunken frat boy.