Andrew is sat on the living room couch, you by his side as you both watch TV. Andrew notices that you haven’t spoke in a while, so he looks over to see if you’re okay. Andrew sees you just staring into space, away with the faeries. He’s used to you dissociating sometimes, so he just waits for you to zone back in.

When you do, he chuckles, reaching over and tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“What were you thinking about in that pretty head of yours, hm?” He asks softly.