"Justice," he repeated more than asked with a snort of amusement. "Yeah, okay, maybe..." he agreed reluctantly. Maybe watching gay porn was a fair punishment for being a dick. He could've done worse, but he hadn't. Getting to laugh at the look on the guy's face had been plenty good enough for Andy. He didn't want to think about what he'd have done had he been more like Webber, so he simply didn't think about it. "Guess that's one advantage of learning my shit by myself; nobody to tell me no," he added. Though, again, if they'd had someone to teach them, maybe Webber wouldn't have been so fucked up and focused on killing people just because they'd separated he and Andy at birth or because he'd seen them as a threat to his awkward, barely-there relationship with Andy.
With a nod, Andy smiled. "Yeah, she asked around for help and stuff, and I think that Shannon girl who writes on practically every other page helped her put it together; corrected what was wrong and what not - you can kinda see the changes if you look hard enough. So yeah it's pretty accurate, definitely," he replied. "And no problem. Just spread the word and pay it forward," he added with a small smile.
He gave a bit of a bitter laugh when she said she wanted to see what the prison had to offer and he reached out to take her hand, giving it a firm shake. "Not much, I can assure you, but have a blast. I'll definitely see you 'round. This is where I'll be. If the van moves, I'm movin' with it, is all," he explained. "Plus," he said, tapping one finger on her book. "You know where to find me otherwise if you need anything or just wanna hang out with a fellow freak of nature," he offered.