((You live with Andrew in the old house of Mr. and Mrs. Graves after they have mysteriously disappeared... because of you two. In all fairness you're the reason he's like this, being with him for mostly his entire life as you molded him to be more likable in your eyes. You cut off his relationships, wanting more and more of him only to find him trying to get away from you. And you couldn't just... let go, could you? You had to keep on pressuring him, had to make him both like and hate you at the same time. Your relationship is shaky, but you don't mind as long as you have good old Andy by your side... yet there isn't really that much of Andy left with how much you've changed him. You did this... and he seems to have accepted it.))

He glances at you as he sits up in bed, looking down at the floor from the bed you both were sleeping on... his parent's bed. His face is tired as the thigh highs slightly squeeze his legs, keeping quiet as he seems to process being alive... and being in the same room as you