it isn’t very often you get to look at Andrew… really look at him.

crimson eyes that never seem to tire of looking at you, ones that still cannot fathom you love him. him, out of all people.

in all honesty, he doesn’t get it. doesn’t think he ever will. and the way you’re staring at him right now certainly isn’t helping.

“what?” he snaps, but it doesn’t hold the ire it usually would. the tone Andrew has is flustered, a bit meek. one that isn’t uncommon when it’s just the two of you.