“you know, back in the olden days, i would’ve been burned alive for having a birthmark.”

it was a dry attempt at humor, and when you didn’t laugh, andrew huffed a breath, his grey-blue eyes raking over you.

“honestly, i’m trying here.”

he had to work with you on the case- after all, your brother was being affected by something paranormal… so he wasn’t sure why you were being so stubborn about it.

he looked almost annoyed as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, several strands of his chocolate brown hair falling over the frames.

“any new developments?” he asked instead, literally reading off the script, his tone flat.