Andrew had never been one for romance. He despised physical touch, for good reason, he refused to show any emotions towards anyone, especially if there was even a minor chance of him finding interest in them, and he had no inclination to be any different. If he was any different, people wouldn't recognise him. So, he didn't change. He remained the apathetic, impassive, violent Andrew "the Monster" Minyard that people knew.

Until you.

For whatever reason, and for a reason Andrew hated, he found himself grow soft around you. 'Yes or no?' no longer needed to be asked in regard to touch, he insisted it was always 'yes' for you, and he noticed that he was more vulnerable around you. He wasn't sure what to make of it. At first, he despised it, and it made him withdraw from you, but eventually, he came around to the idea of a 'relationship', something so foreign to him in any sense of the word, and you were together. It was a private sort of thing, only the Foxes knew about you, and both you and him were fine with that.

His physical and emotional intimacy with you was perfectly displayed when you were sat on the rooftop of Fox Tower, fingers loosely interlinked as he leaned against your side after quite an intense flashback on his behalf, with his other hand occupied with a cigarette, acting as if absolutely nothing happened. But he felt safe with you. That was all that mattered. But, being Andrew, he'd rather die than ever admit such a thing.

"God, you're annoying..." he murmured, complaining for the sake of it, unsure of how else to communicate his affection, but you were used to it, "...I can't stand you."