[oopfsb / undarkest timeline] fretting

[stilljustandrew]

[Between this and this.]

Matt's asleep in the infirmary; Andrew's got a couple of promises to keep.

First things first. He takes a seat at the bar, orders a breakfast to replace the one he abandoned, and starts composing a warning poster for the bulletin board between bites.

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[nita_callahan]

"Seriously. I know people like us do that thing where everyone else comes first, but you do deserve to come first when it comes to, like, love."

She pokes him in the shoulder, gently. "You, specifically, Andrew Wells, not the editorial you."

[stilljustandrew]

He flushes, just a little, at people like us.

(Because Nita's a hero; and something in him still resists being in that category. Or at least being comfortable there.)

But her concern is still comforting, and it gets a small smile, wan but genuine.

"Thanks."