Whenever you’re with Andrew your echolalia tends to kick in a little more. Your brain just likes his Irish accent.

You’re sat on the couch with Andrew in his living room, listening to him talking about tour.

“I almost lost my guitar before going onstage. That would’ve been an absolute nightmare.” Andrew says, his accent sounding more apparent with the words ‘absolute nightmare’.

“Absolute nightmare.” You accidentally blurt out a repetition of Andrew’s words, copying his accent.