A/N: Very brief fluff missing-moment type thing. My only inspiration for this is that drunk people can be both super enlightening and annoying to talk to. Anyways, remember that you can always talk to me if you've got an idea or some feedback, like, whenever on tumblr.

April could feel her head spinning, moving in indistinct patterns round and round – sometimes stopping at a full three-sixty and other times pivoting back and forth in semicircles – while she sat there passing the bottle between her and Andy. There wasn't a whole lot they could do together considering how insanely broke the two of them were, so most times they just sat around one of the others' houses and watched TV. That night they had managed to get Burly to leave them the handle of Jack which was, sadly, starting to diminish with each pass.

"Y'know," Andy started, clearly intending to finish something until he took a drink and seemed to forget what he wanted to say.

It seemed hilarious to April for some reason, watching him sway in his spot a little trying to remember what he had wanted to say. Laughing and tipping forward, April lost her balance and nearly fell over before she steadied herself against the armrest of the couch.

"Y'know, you're awesome April," he finally finished slowly.

"Yeah, I know," she replied, stopping to take another swig before continuing. "You're pretty cool too."

"Why didn't… ugh, why didn't we just, like, do this before?" he asked, confused and squinting at her.

"Because…" April had to close her eyes and focus on staying still for a second to finish her sentence, "because of… what's her name? The one, uh, y'know the bitch that's-"

"You're awesome April," he repeated, putting the bottle down on the ground and sitting back in the chair, staring away from her and at the ceiling.

"No, that's not it…" she trailed off, following Andy's eyes to the ceiling and regretting the motion before turning back to him. "Ann, her… that's; that's why."

Andy groaned, either because of the mention of Ann or because his method dealing with his own spins was going very poorly. Either way, April sat there watching him and her head didn't clear up one bit and she still sat there wondering what it would have been like if she had gone to Indianapolis and left him here. While she considered how much fun she had been having the past few weeks, and that awesome feeling she got in her stomach when he looked at her and when they kissed, Andy just widened his eyes as he stared at the ceiling fan.

"Y'know, you're awesome…" he repeated again before his face turned serious and he shifted his gaze to her. "You glad you stayed here?"

That was another thing she learned about him, how he could be weirdly perceptive. Most of the time he was just ever so close to the real problem but, every once and a while, he'd nail it and surprise her. April didn't expect him to be that observant while drunk, causing her to close her eyes and crack her neck so she could try and kick some clarity into her system.

"Why d'you ask that?" she slurred, looking at the half-empty bottle and wondering just how bad tomorrow was going to be.

"Because… you're so awesome, and all we do is stuff like this," and Andy pointed down to the bottle before holding his hands out and talking while focusing on them. "I mean… like, I want to buy you a fuckin' boat or something. Or build you one, and… and we can go be pirates or something."

"What the hell are you talking about?" April could barely follow him by now, confused where the boat came from let alone piracy. "This is awesome."

Every time they hung out he always had a sad, disappointed look on his face. She just assumed that he wasn't as into her as he had initially thought, or something like that because her brief clarity was starting to melt away into a weird, shaky feeling. For a second April thought she was going to pass out on the spot until she heard Andy struggle with words again. He was still staring at his hands, squeezing them together, and his entire body was swaying ever so slightly left to right.

"I dunno…" he started but couldn't figure out the words to finish the sentence because his eyes were going all over the place and focusing on nothing.

"You're weird, dude," she said casually, feeling something like a smile creep onto her face.

"And you," he pointed at her, his eyes suddenly focused on her and words steadier, "you are awesome, April. You are so-"

"I know Andy," she complained, getting annoyed at him repeating those words over and over again.

"I love you, man," he chuckled, sitting back in his chair and kicking his feet up on the table.

April sat there for a moment, his words not quite connecting in her head as a whole thought for a while, and watched him drift into sleep quickly. As soon as she put her head back on the armrest and tried her best to stretch out on the small sofa, the idea coalesced in her head. She didn't have much time to think about it before she passed out.

In the morning she could only remember very vaguely what was bothering her. Leaving after a breakfast of bagel bites and flat soda, it took her until she was back in her house smashed up in her blankets against a pillow to remember exactly what he had said. Even if he was completely gone, and to be fair they were both hammered beyond recognition, he had said he loved her with a big stupid grin on his face. It was kind of awesome, and April really liked the strange feeling she got from it – almost like being picked up and dropped so hard and fast her stomach didn't know how to respond. She had to catch herself grinning in her pillow like a stupid teenager, remembering that he probably just meant it like he'd say to his friends when he was drunk. Even so, she couldn't get that ridiculous, light feeling out of her body and decided that when they went to the Harvest Festival setup she'd try it out herself – see how it felt to return the words without a thousand pounds of alcohol on her brain.

"I love you," she whispered to herself against the pillow and for a split second April wanted to vomit at how childish she was being.

Then she got that feeling again, imagining Andy staring at her like the giant child he was and pushing her up against whatever solid object was nearest. Yeah, she kinda liked that feeling a whole lot.