I could make a comment about how you're always presentable to me, but I'll just see you in five.
[ following rita's lead it's also half a joke, half not, but andy will allot those five minutes, spending the time digging around for one of the better bottles of vodka she has tucked away in her hoard, before she makes her way to rita's room and knocks at the door. ]
[ it's probably just over five minutes, but andy is really terrible at time. ]
[ and if andy had made the comment, she's sure she might have tossed back some vaguely flirtatious reply in return, perhaps under a different mood where she wasn't feeling as distraught as she is now. right now, though, what she simply needs most is a friend. it's during these times, she'd be keen to run to larry, to vent all of her thoughts and problems, to simply have him listen as he's always done, holding her hand when she needs it most.
she's felt lonely without him, admittedly. but she's come to realize that not having larry here doesn't necessarily mean she's alone. when she hears the knock at the door, she's reminded of that.
upon standing and opening the door, rita only allows for a few spare seconds in making sure it's andy there before she simply steps forward without a word, bringing her arms around the other woman just for the much needed reassurance of her presence there. ]
[ andy enjoys their flirty banter and the genuine undercurrent to it on her part, but right now she is mostly focused on offering a hug. it feels like such a simple thing to do, a gift she can share that doesn't beget violence, but that skill isn't usually what people associate her with on board. ]
[ when rita opens the door and hugs her without hesitation, there is a part of andy that draws her own comfort from it too. it's a reminder of human connection and her own ability to help beyond bloody hands. ]
[ they're clean now as she wraps her arms around rita easily, her hold tight enough to be steady without overbearing. she's a great hugger! it's affectionate and solid, one arm scooping around rita's shoulder as she tucks her chin on the other. ]
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[ following rita's lead it's also half a joke, half not, but andy will allot those five minutes, spending the time digging around for one of the better bottles of vodka she has tucked away in her hoard, before she makes her way to rita's room and knocks at the door. ]
[ it's probably just over five minutes, but andy is really terrible at time. ]
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she's felt lonely without him, admittedly. but she's come to realize that not having larry here doesn't necessarily mean she's alone. when she hears the knock at the door, she's reminded of that.
upon standing and opening the door, rita only allows for a few spare seconds in making sure it's andy there before she simply steps forward without a word, bringing her arms around the other woman just for the much needed reassurance of her presence there. ]
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[ when rita opens the door and hugs her without hesitation, there is a part of andy that draws her own comfort from it too. it's a reminder of human connection and her own ability to help beyond bloody hands. ]
[ they're clean now as she wraps her arms around rita easily, her hold tight enough to be steady without overbearing. she's a great hugger! it's affectionate and solid, one arm scooping around rita's shoulder as she tucks her chin on the other. ]