Andy, too, had been worried about his friends but he had faith in them too, in their ability to fight back. He had faith in Charlie too. She had a power she could use to fight and she had a spirit that gave her the desire to use it that way. He admired her greatly and, from that, other feels were starting to bloom too. All on their own.
Dinner with Charlie was something he was looking forward to. He liked talking to her, liked sharing ideas with her. Liked it when she smiled and now he could see that again. He could make his own way to her door. He was grateful to her for her help while he was blinded though her time had been stretched. He knew why he wasn't the first version of himself to wait for that knock on that door.
Andy didn't really dress up. Last time was at his prom. Didn't matter where they were going, no one was going to refuse him entry and, really, he'd rather be comfortable. He sat on the couch watching cartoons while he waited, laughing to himself over the silly pratfalls. He was so busy he almost missed the knock but quickly switched the TV off and trotted to the door.
"Hi!" he said brightly as he pulled it open, eyes bright in a genuine smile.