A/N: Requested by gamblingdementor (parksandfluff) over on tumblr! Thank you for the request so much :)
I can only hope that this mess of... something is okay? Whatever, it's here. Enjoy!
In so many ways, Andy knew so little.
Some days, he'd wonder how he ever got so lucky. Whether it was the simple reality that they could spend all day in bed on the weekends, and often on the weekdays because just screw working on Mondays, or otherwise, Andy could scarcely believe it.
Here he was, awesome and dumb, and she looked at him like every silly thing that fell out of his mouth was another adventure for them to enjoy.
Together.
What if that ever came to change, though? This question occasionally attacked at Andy, but he never gave it much thought. Sometimes it was stronger than him, or rather his ignorance of it, but every time... every single time, she was there. Even if the problem was as silly as being unable to pay a bill on time, something years ago that would have been funny, she saw through what he was struggling with there.
It wasn't just that she cared about him and listened, it's that she listened to the real him. Likewise, he had hoped of - ever-long dreamed of - preparing himself to be everything for her. In all ways, he wanted to know the real April like he always had. For the little he knew, he wanted to absorb every ounce of every inch; of every decibel of every word; of every moment of every day they spent together. For the little he knew, Andy wanted to know all of her.
He could only hope that she was willing to put up with all of him.