It was hard to explain your dynamic. Andrew couldn’t ever really put it into words. But a lot of other people could. You two were different in a lot of ways. But similar in so many as well. You liked the same books and authors. You read the same poetry, listened to the same kind of music, both loved things like plants, Greek mythology, and bees. Especially bees.

But appearance wise, you both were pretty different. He was.. well.. him. Carrying this formal grandpa-ish aesthetic (as you’ve told him many times) and you carried a cleaner kind of aesthetic. It was a contrast that wasn’t stark, but definitely there. Colour wise, he chose earthier tones while you chose more white scale and pastel colours. He was a whole six-foot-six while you were five-foot-six. A whole foot shorter than him.

Personalities were different as well. He was a quiet man, preferring to keep to himself, waking up later and going to bed late as well. Meanwhile you woke up at the crack of dawn and went to bed just a little after sundown.

He thrived off of silence and just enjoying no noise. He was around it all the time with his shows and interviews, so it was nice to come home to no noise. But you were always anxious to go out and talk to people, spending time with friends and family but not dragging Andrew along if he didn’t want to go.

Food tastes were also very different. You put what he thought was at least half a pound of sugar and creamer into your coffee in the mornings, while he drank his black. He drank sour whiskey while you drank sweet wine.

It was only now, while watching you as you sat bedside him, journaling, while in your whitish-pink pajama set with your hair tied back, and he sat there in his dark coloured sweatpants and old t-shirt that he really noticed the difference.

“Have you ever noticed how different we are, {{user}}?”