A/N: I was tagged on tumblr to write a drabble in five minutes and leave it as is, unedited. I'm also putting it in this because, well, why not?

Andy would likely never get used to this.

When April was angry, he dealt and tried to figure out what the problem was. When she held out her hands and let him see her emotions bared, he wanted to know them and love her for them; and when she was warm, comfortable, and nestled beside him, he loved her for being able to be that.

Andy would never get used to when she stared blankly at walls, answer monotone and simple, or sit on the bed for hours doing... nothing. Nothing but looking up, thinking, and staring at the ceiling.

Even worse was when her breathing started faster, and she wouldn't stop blinking, and she always rolled over to one side to look away. Away from him, he didn't know. All Andy could do was walk over to the bed and lie down, work an arm over her side and search for her hands.

Those little shivers too, those he wouldn't get used to and hated them more than anything else. She seemed afraid to touch him.

"Sorry," she whispered, quickly threading her fingers into his and sniffing loudly. Her voice shook for what felt like hours, it shook and shook like too much dead weight in her mind. "I-I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry about," he said, kissing the back of her head and running his thumb along her hand.

"Sorry for being so hard to deal with," she said like she hadn't heard him. April's voice was so uncharacteristically small then, like she wasn't herself in these strange states. "Sorry for being so hard to lo-"

"Babe, you're amazing," Andy interrupted her before she could say it. The shivers were despicable, but her saying that? No, he couldn't deal with that. "I love you so much, like, you don't even know... and, and you're so awesome. I know you-" he sighed, lowering his voice like someone might hear what he was saying. "I love you no matter what, y'know that right?"

She was quiet. Instead of answering, April turned around in his arms. She left her head ducked, avoiding his eyes and Andy didn't care. After lying down again, April snuggled her head into his chest.

She didn't say another word, and Andy felt something warm and wet against his chest. He held her, hoping it was enough.