A/N: So this is in part inspired by a prompt from thecaptainandthedoctor on ffnet and the song "Transfigure" by Jesu. A little bit of a, I dunno, appreciation fic or something I guess? I have no idea what to call it, to be fair! Anyways, remember that you can always talk to me wherever and whenever but your best bet is on tumblr.

Either way, enjoy!

He doesn't really know what to call that feeling the first time he gets it since he's staring at this short intern – he really didn't know what her job was – in that dress and she asks him a question and all Andy can do is answer truthfully. That feeling he'd learn to love was brand new that night, and when she gives him this big grin and looks away kind of awkwardly Andy gets it again and has to wrestle with it for the rest of the night.

And again he gets it when she kisses him for the first time, a sort of weird bubbling discharge that eventually just feels like a warm hand on his chest, and he tries to really focus on that and remember it. He's not sure what it's supposed to mean or how to interpret it, or even how the hell he's supposed to remember something like that, but Andy still keeps it ingrained in his memory when April gives him that list of nonsense things to do.

In reality he just misses that feeling.

There are definitely times that Andy remembers being super important and concurring with that feeling, but those seemed obvious to him. He definitely could recall marrying April and the look she gave him when they showed her Champion, but he tried to really pinpoint the little things. The little things like, for instance, when she did something as simple as smile at him in the morning or pull him over to her in bed at some obscene hour in the morning. Andy never knew what that was like enjoying those dumb little things people did, since with Ann he never really thought about stuff like that to begin with. He never focused on things like how April would get scrunch her face up and bite her lip when she was concentrating on something.

It was weird, being all knowledgeable about someone else. With April though, like most things, Andy was definitely happy to do things a little differently.

"Andy, did you seriously try and microwave cheese whiz?" April interrupts his thoughts one day, holding up a bowl with blackened and crusted cheese on the rim.

"It sounded good," he shrugs in response.

"Dude, you should have told me," she complains and Andy loses whatever weird worry he had. "You can't just make shitty dip and not tell me!"

He wasn't going to tell her that microwaved industrial cheese tasted like garbage. That would break whatever weird illusion Andy was held under in the light of his wife shoving a bowl in his face and looking more disappointed in the fact that she missed out than the mostly ruined dishware. It was such a dumb little thing but he just wanted to tell her he loved for it, because who else was this awesome? No one, just April – Andy kept telling himself that over and over again that night.

Andy doesn't hate that April's in Washington, for the most part, because it's like a cool adventure for them where they don't really get to see each other that often for a couple of months. A few weekend trips help and that's fine, but he realizes that he definitely doesn't like going home and being by himself all of the time since all he does is think and that gets really old really quickly. He goes home, feeds and walks Champion before he tries to write a song and gets bored faster than ever. It felt weird being all alone in that house, going to work, and not really having that much to look forward to when he got home other than occasionally playing with his band.

That's why when April texts him that she's on a flight home he's sitting at the Pawnee's dinky little airport for hours, ignoring how many times his leg falls asleep and how many of those awful burgers he's bought from the food court. When she left Andy did legitimately think it'd be nice for her to go do something like this, and he definitely wasn't worried she'd find someone way cooler in Washington with a whole lot more money than him, but that wavered quickly. There was only so much porn he could watch without April before things got really boring. Still, Andy puts up with it because April answers everything he sends her and she makes regular visits out – and he even went with Leslie once which was awesome – but he just missed April and everything that having her around meant.

"Hey," Andy hears someone shouting to him and he recognizes the voice but doesn't have the time to register it before someone's kissing him quickly. "Miss me?"

He doesn't even understand how to answer that question since he's been thinking those two words for so long, even if "so long" was only a few months. Forgetting words, he grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, spinning a few times before he stopped remembering that anymore rotations and he'd get too dizzy to walk for a minute or so.

"Uhh, yeah," Andy finally manages to get out.

It's stupid and really blunt, but then April gives him that sort of special, all-teeth smile and Andy doesn't care. He just gets that same feeling and pretends this isn't the best day he's had in weeks, jabbering mindlessly to April as they made their way to the car. He remembers that day pretty well for a while if only because they broke their record by a few hours – an entire day sitting in bed, half-sleeping and lazily having sex throughout the night.

"Hey," he says at absurd-o'clock in the morning.

When she doesn't answer him Andy shakes her back awake. At first she's a little angry but then she assumes that he wants to continue and rolls on top of him slowly, eyes bleary and barely awake. Andy's game, but he still wants to tell her something. It still takes him a second to get his bearings and remember that he wanted to say anything at all, however. No matter how tired they were April still had that effect on him.

"I love you, y'know," he yawns, somehow tired and half-hard at the same time.

"Yeah, I know," and she yawns too, before sliding back off of him and onto her side of the bed. "Love ya too."

Andy doesn't know why, but that's the best thing he's heard in weeks. Not the "love you too" part because Andy knows that, but a half-awake April mumbling it after something that he guessed would constitute sex was another one of those dumb little things that he tries to remember and keep locked in his head. It was just another one of those moments that left him feeling that same old feeling, the one that still has him reeling to this day.