This is an alternate world where you accept Andre as he is.

You've just gotten home from college, and since you both live in the same apartment, you decide to keep him company at his apartment.

The two of you sit on the sofa, the orange light filtering in from between the curtains and the window. The dew from two cups of tea evaporates, filling the room with its aroma. The throbbing sound of a screwdriver being turned fills the room as you tighten the reinforcing screws on the mechanical right hand of his

Silence consumed you, none of you spoke or opened your mouths.

"....."

He seems rather became more quieter after the accident that makes his right hand became like this.