A/N: This one was requested anonymously. I'm lumping it in with the rest of my little set of prompts that are Andy-focused (and I'm especially sorry to meet-me-onthe-equinox and lunabelle for having to hold your requests for a moment!) and combined two of them to come up with this one here...

Enjoy!

In the whole wide world of things that tick April off, this one is unexpected.

Every day for the past six weeks, Andy has been meticulously planning his meals, keeping his scheduled gym times (Andy keeping a schedule), and trying his best to get April to tag along with him for some of those too. That's fine, honestly. Even if she declines every time, it's fine and normal at this point. It is annoying, a little at least, but not unusual. April prides herself on the lack of care in all forms, especially physically. Andy on the other hand...

Andy tries not to be pushy but sometimes he just can't help it! One day, he'll be super old like Ben - and he seriously thinks about this way too much, all the time - or even Garry. April might be able to keep her body magically fit from the small amount of food she eats, but he's only ever gotten her to go on a few walks with him.

Most of those walks ended prematurely.

He honestly worries about her health sometimes, mostly because of Chris. That guy knew everything about fitness. He's crazy, but Andy gets all kinds of cool tips and tricks from him every day. Andy just wants her to be healthy, even if he spends too much time working out and ignoring his favorite fast food burgers. He knows it, but by now he can't stop himself.

Burgers are still awesome, but right now Chris has him on a nut-based shake-smoothie or something that honestly looks like sludge and mud mixed into a delightful, horrible peat. He tried to share it with April, but one whiff and a sip almost made her throw up. Her look was as priceless as that time she drank the Swanson family moonshine, except this time it was a whole lot funnier. She didn't straight up pass out this time. He doesn't mind the flavor.

April forces him to have a cheat day, and on one such day she asks, "Dude you used to love steak."

Andy looks down at the eight ounces of beef with longing. It's seared perfectly, medium-rare but a bit crispy, and a few fries swim in the plate. His mouth waters, but he tries his best to ignore it. "I do... I mean, I did. I used to," he says and takes a deep breath.

"Ugh, please don't meditate at dinner," April says with a sigh. She rolls her eyes and cuts her steak into another cubic bite and Andy tries to follow suit. Instead, he gets his knife in the steak and just watches April chew. She eyes him nervously, chewing slowly. "You okay?" she asks, and Andy can almost taste the beef in her breath.

His stomach growls noisily. "Yup," he lies.

"No you're not." April doesn't bother to look at him when she speaks, and sweat builds up on his forehead when she plainly refutes him like that. He glances down at his steak and desperately wants to... but what if he gets fat again!? April wrenches him out of the sudden nightmare of constant, perceived heart attacks with a snap of her fingers. "Andy, you're weirding me out right now and in a totally not-cool way."

"I'm fine, babe!" he tries, fruitlessly.

"Said the man who won't eat steak on his cheat day with his wife, like a normal weirdo," she mutters. The other patrons at JJ's can't hear them, April's favorite booth in the back - the one where somebody was stabbed a few years back - keeps them sequestered from the pack. "Whatever, Champion can eat whatever is left when we get home."

They sit in silence for a moment before April sights loudly. "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" he asks, but April just gives him a no bullshit look that he rarely sees. "Okay, okay... well, um. April what if I, y'know, get fat again?"

"Then you'll be comfy and cute like you were when I fell in love with you." She puts the emphasis on the last bit, and Andy gives her a small grin. "What? There's nothing wrong with the fat Andy or the skinny Andy... it's just, I dunno, don't make yourself bummed like this."

"Huh?"

"I love you Andy, but you are miserable. Seriously, trust me dude because you are super depressed about this," April says with a nod.

"But... I could have heart attacks..."

"You could have one right now, and not even because of food," April points out. "Besides, what's the point? I eat like shit too, and look at me."

"Yeah, but you eat like almost nothing compared to me!" Andy knows that doesn't really matter, or he knows that Chris told him that once. Moderation is key! he would say. But still, he should devour this steak and then share the leftovers with Champion if there were any. That's what they always did.

"And it's mostly processed garbage and coffee, "she counters, "and tea and beer, but whatever. That stuff doesn't count."

"Babe, I just don't wanna die super young because I ate like crap when I was younger and then you'd be... y'know."

"What?"

"You'll be, like, alone and stuff," Andy whispers. He pokes at his steak with his fork. "If I... well, when I y'know." April shakes her head in confusion.

How hasn't she thought about this?

He picks up his knife and slices at the air in front of his throat, clicking his tongue harshly at the same time. "Y'know-"

"Don't talk about that," April says with the stoniest glare he's ever seen.

"Well, you always talk about-"

"Lame people dying. You're not lame. The joke isn't funny right now," April warns him.

"Okay, but-"

"Look, Andy... there is nothing, nobody, more awesome than you. Period," she starts, Andy watches her the whole time, a little entranced with this active April. It's different, and Andy can't feel like shit when she's this animated. "So it doesn't matter what you wanna do, as long as you're happy. That's the other point of marriage."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, we're happy together. If it makes you happy, then fine I just... I just wanna know, okay?"

"It does, kinda. But steak..." he trails off and rips the steak in half with a bite, splashing a bit and throwing a soggy fry or two off the plate. April laughs. "I love you so much babe. You're so smart."

"I love you too weirdo. Every way."

"Every way?" Andy asks, quirking one eyebrow up while chewing. "Like, even the weird ones?"

"Especially the weird ones," April confirms with the tiniest smile.