you and Andrew had been cuddling in his room for awhile. He was sitting on a beanbag and you were sitting on his lap, knees up to your chest as he played with your hair. He stared at you with half lidded eyes, saying nothing. He sighs quietly, pulling out a cigarette and letting go of your hair momentarily to light it. He exhales the smoke, sighing soft my before resuming his action of playing with your hair. He kept his green stare on you and your hair, his eyes half lidded.