#andie:thread

[loveisliquor]

"oh i'm blaming you completely. i'm normally way better at avoiding....danger." she laughs softly, easily. his voice turns warm, and she blinks her eyes closed for a moment, shaking her head. "mm-- no. i like it. don't...stop using it." her voice dips, shy-- soft-- full of warmth. she's convinced her cheeks are stained a near-permanent pink from the amount of heat he manages to pull to the surface, the amount of heat he inspires in her. she wonders if he even knows he's doing it. "well-- it might be. you don't know where my tattoos are yet." she laughs against the receiver, but it's darker-- a little warmer. "I'll take it." she sighs softly and opens her eyes, staring at the sun creeping over the horizon. there is something about the slow creeping light that reminds her of the man on the other side of the line, fending off his own demons. "yes, deadly serious--a pinky promise is law" he calls her cara again, and she feels the warmth in his voice settle in her chest, and make a home there. "thank you..." she lingers. "i'll-- we'll speak later then." she pauses, reveling in the softness of their connection, the comfortable silence. "I'm glad you called." she confesses quietly, into the dark. "goodnight luca." her voice is soft, warm and she hopes it does something for him-- hopes it gives him something to fill up the empty. she sighs softly before disconnecting. she rolls onto her back, still buzzing from their conversation-- from him-- and she can't get the soft smile on her lips to go away. "blistering barnacles..." she murmurs. it takes her a little while to fall asleep but when she finally does, she's still replaying their conversation in her mind, still wrapped in the warmth he offers her-- still tangled in their connection.

and if she dreams of him--well. that's her secret to keep. at least for now.

she was holding something back. he could hear it in the way her voice curled around the edges of hesitation, in the weight of things she wasn’t saying. but he didn’t push. he never did. instead, he let her breathe. let her settle into whatever this was between them. this slow, quiet thing that felt a little like understanding and a little like heat. a smirk ghosted across his lips. "maybe not." he admitted, voice smooth, easy. "but neither can you." luca let out a slow breath, a quiet chuckle following close behind. "would you rather i stop using it?" his voice dipped, teasing, but something else wove beneath it. something warm. "because i think it fits you..." she was smiling. he could hear it on her voice. he liked that sound on her. he knew. knew exactly what she was asking. exactly what she was thinking about. his fingers flexed absently at his side, the ghost of her touch still lingering, still burned somewhere beneath his skin. luca smirked, shifting slightly, his voice turning lower, rougher. "maybe. if we can." then, a slow grin tugged at his lips. "that almost sounds like a challenge." something in his jaw tightened at her next words. he wasn’t sure what to do with it, the certainty in her voice, the way she said it like it was something simple. something easy. the way she said his name made something in him still. the worry in her voice, real and unguarded, settled deep in his chest. he exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "no promises." he murmured, smirking just enough to take the edge off. but then a softer, realer. "i’ll try." silence stretched between them, not uncomfortable, but weighted. luca huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "you serious?" he sighed, but there was something undeniably fond in it. "alright, cara." his voice was warm, low, almost amused. "pinky promise." and for the first time in a long time, he actually meant it.

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closed starter for @xcharmelancholy

She needs to stop coming over to theirs when she can't sleep. It's a crutch, and they both know it, but they never stop her when she shows up--bleary eyed and pouting at 2 in the morning, dressed in her pyjamas. Tonight's offering is pink silk. shorts and a tank top-- with a coat thrown hastily over it. "my uber driver was a perv. i think he thought i was coming to give you some sort of sexy surprise--" she chuckles softly, a yawn leaving her mouth. "sexy surprises don't involve clothes-- or teddy bears. unless you're into that." she lifts the small bear she was clutching in her right hand before strolling into their apartment and settling into their bed. "it's not...weird. the cuddling thing-- right? best friends totally... cuddle..."

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@glittersrush​

she wakes up with a pair of familiar arms around her waist. she isn’t sure how they got here-- half entwined in an obnoxiously large hotel bed and for the first few moments after she wakes--she doesn’t care. she’s warm and safe-- and examining why she feels that way feels counter intuitive. she just wants to stay still. she pushes back slightly against his chest, snuggles a little closer and let’s the warmth pull her back under for a few slow minutes.

she drifts back into consciousness-- and into the realization that it’s patrick’s arms around her waist, and his breath fanning out against her neck. she looks down for a moment--and sees that she’s wearing an old shirt of his clothed at the very least. she groans as the light hits her eyes. “fucking-- fuckity--fuckwit.” she never swears-- but she’s panicked-- half scared she crossed a line that they’d been tiptoeing around lately. her phone is flashing with a thousand notifications-- and it makes her want to crawl right back into  his  bed. 

“patrick.” she shakes him gently. “we’re--you’ve got an interview in twenty minutes. radio phone in. c’mon. you’ve gotta wake up, love. hangovers are never a good excuse.” she gives him a sleepy smile. “there you are.” she pats her hair down self consciously-- but her curls are riotous this morning and are in no mood to do anything other than fan out like a lions mane. “um--going to...ring for tea. do you want some?”

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@gccdnitengo

they’re just play fighting--- at least it starts that way-- with laughter and come backs and playfulness. but now they’ve got andie on her back-- and it doesn’t feel like play anymore-- it feels better than that. their mouth is travelling down her stomach, brushing against the skin as they blow raspberries-- and she tries to hold it in, but instead of a giggle-- a moan slips past her lips. because their mouth feels perfect there-- feels like it’s teasing her-- and she knows her panties are ruined now. she also knows that this is her best friend-- that they’re off limits. but it’s hard to get her body to understand that-- “oh fuck-- i um-- i’m sorry i didn’t mean to--” she tries to apologise, her cheeks flushed, her curls a mess-- but she doesn’t get up. she doesn’t want to. the sight of them, inches away from the top of her sweat pants, for her wet-- warm--desperate little pussy has her biting her bottom lip. “air? maybe we should both get some air...” 

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He keeps looking at her with soft eyes— like he sees her beyond her bluster, or inquisitive questions. It’s a wholly singular experience, feeling so completely seen. Somewhere between vulnerability and fear, a quiet sort of unravelling. Like the cracks might be apparent already— but something tells her, he wouldn’t mind. His voice wraps itself around them, like a blanket— a soft shield against the rest of the room. It’s strangely intimate to have him sound like that, soft— reverent— intense. She can focus on precious little else, outside of his eyes on hers, and the timbre of his voice. “Oh— good— well, it’s always best to be lost with company.” She’s certain he feels something for her, and every playful retort only confirms it, only strengthens the way her stomach flips at his words, the growing anticipation of something in her gut. “I think you are right though— The journey is half the fun.” He seems to be making a habit of disarming her, of keeping warm, syrupy eyes on her and pinning her in the moment. Her blush is near permanent now, each compliment only sparks a new resurgence in heat, a new flutter in her gut. She’s overwhelmed, and she loves it. “Oh—“ She exhales softly. “I really like this. The talking, the way you open up, and tell me about your life. It’s unvarnished but also— so brilliantly honest. You are… remarkable, Luca.” She keeps the details of his answers safe in her mind, knows that she doesn’t need the notebook. There’s no chance she would ever forget their conversation, ever forget him.

“The little things are special. The detail is everything.” She tries (and fails) not to imagine tugging him down an aisle in a bookstore, or laying on the beach. Her mind wants to supply her with distracting detail, like what his hand would feel like In hers— but she focuses, on the eyes watching her and prays he doesn’t ask about this particular blush on her cheeks. She listens at him describe his perfect day, with a soft smile on her lips. “I admire people who run— it takes incredible focus. And good co-ordination. Your perfect day seems full of little things. The best kind of little things— and you’re absolutely right, a perfect day is more about the click than the things you do. About the people too, and feeling like you’re accepted completely for who you are in that moment, by both yourself and your company.“ She hums in soft contemplation, her eyes still warm on his. Her stomach is tangled up, in heated knots, and the longer she holds his gaze the more hyper aware she becomes of him, and the way he’s looking at her.

“You really… value connection. Even little ones. I mean— the place you picked, your quiet corner, it still has people in it. That's really... sweet. I don't think anyone will believe me when I tell them-- that's my overall impression of you, but-- well, it is.” She notes quietly. She can almost see it, him in the corner of a cafe, nursing a coffee and his thoughts. “Oh— I go— I mean it depends. I used to like bridges, I’d go sit on the edges of them and look at the water.” She likes the way water moves, the hypnotic hum of moving water and in her darker moments, she’d felt something else too sitting on the edge of all of it. A strange mix of catharsis and rebellion, a reminder that she could just…. Slip into it when she chose. She clears her throat and lets that truth stay there, buried. “Now I just look for the nearest body of water, a lake, a river, the ocean and just… sit next to it, or swim. Sometimes I play.. the piano too, as a way of clearing my head. There are some nights where I don’t sleep…very well. And there’s a piano store, a few streets from me. The owner gave me a key and I slip in and play— and that helps me process, helps me think." It's a more vulnerable answer than she would normally give, but they've been breaking all the rules since they started speaking, she doesn't mind giving away a little more of herself. Her instincts tell her that she's in good hands. Her eyes fall to his tattoos, the ink prominent against his skin and her fingers tingle with the itch to touch them. She leans forward, and gives in to her own impulses. "Can I...see your tattoos? I-- you touch them when you're thinking something, they've been distracting me. Is there a story behind any of them? Do you have any favourites?"

luca's gaze softened as he watched her, the way she fumbled over her words, trying to catch her breath. there was something so endearing about the way she tried to hold herself together, but it only made him want to pull her closer, show her that it was okay to let go. it wasn't about her saying the perfect thing, it was about her saying anything at all. he leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady, like he was speaking just for her. "it’s not ridiculous." he said, his tone firm, reassuring. "you make it easy to talk, to just… be. there's something about you, the way you say things without even realizing how much they matter. i feel it too. you're not the only one who's lost in this moment." he smiled softly, a little smile that never seemed to leave his lips when he was around her. "i think, sometimes, it's not about knowing exactly what’s going to happen next. sometimes it's just about being in the moment, letting it unfold." when she looked away, clearly flustered, luca couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest. it was like she was trying to hold herself together, but he could see right through it. it made him feel like he was seeing her in a way no one else could. "trust me, you’re nothing like i expected either." he said with a small, playful chuckle. "in the best possible way." his eyes softened as he watched her, the connection between them growing, almost tangible. "but it’s not about what i expected. i want to be here with you, in this moment. you make everything feel a little less… complicated." his gaze never left hers, and the warmth between them only deepened. "i don’t need anything else. just this. just… you and me, talking. getting lost in all the little things we don’t always say out loud." luca watched her, a quiet smile tugging at his lips, and there was a softness in his eyes as he listened to her. the way she spoke about her perfect day, the little details of the bookstore, the beach, the food—it was like he could see it all unfolding in front of him, like it was something she truly loved and cherished. it was rare for him to see someone so open, so unguarded, and he felt a quiet pull inside him, like he wanted to be a part of that world she was describing. his voice carried a warmth that was always present when he spoke to her. “that sounds like a perfect day, no doubt. you’ve got that way of making even the little things sound… special.” he paused, his gaze softening as he thought about her question. “it’d probably start with a quiet morning. maybe a run, or just some time alone to clear my head.” he leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair as he thought, his eyes never leaving hers. “after that, maybe something unexpected. something spontaneous, like stumbling onto a random café or a hidden spot in the city i’ve never been to. it’s the surprise of it, the thrill of exploring a place for the first time. and i guess… i’d want to finish it with people who make it feel worth it. people who get me. i guess my perfect day is less about the details and more about the feeling. a day where everything just… clicks. and with the right people, maybe someone who doesn’t mind that i get lost in my own thoughts sometimes." his voice softened at the end, the warmth of it taking on a more vulnerable tone. “as for where i go when things get overwhelming…" he thought for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “there’s a little café in the city, tucked away from everything. it’s a place i’ve gone to for years, just to think. no one knows me there or at least they don't care, and that’s exactly how i like it. sometimes, when it all feels like too much, i just need a quiet corner, a cup of coffee, and a place to breathe. it helps me reset.” he paused, looking at her with an intensity in his eyes that made it feel like he was sharing something important, something personal. “what about you? where do you go when you need to be alone with your thoughts?” he asked, his voice carrying a genuine curiosity.

[loveisliquor]

she doesn't understand why he's shocked-- they'd gone from spending hours together to nothing-- weeks of silence and stilted conversation. she hated it. she catches his low mumble and it pulls a smile to her face. makes her shoulders relax slightly. it's a start-- it's something.

he approaches her, and her stomach tightens in anticipation. that's new. that's forbidden. " that's a good question." she pauses, turning over the implications in her head. "i-- i just don't want things to be so strained between us-- you keep avoiding me and i can't work out if it's because you regret what happened or--" her eyes slide down from his eyes to his lips and then back again. he's fidgeting, almost as nervous as she is--she can feel it rolling off him. "if it's because you don't. i know i should regret it, that it should have felt wrong but... i don't. and it didn't. it felt-- you felt..." she bites back the words that threaten to leave her throat unbidden. that's the problem with andie, when she decides to be honest she lets everything out. he'd felt right.

hasn't moved a single muscle, tilting his head at her stance, a tiny and amused smile tugging at the sides of his mouth. she's clearly as adorable as ever, trying his best to remain as relaxed as possible, especially at her confession. "oh?" tinge of shock within his voice, though he isn't surprised, knowing he's been avoiding her as much as he possibly can. ". . . i miss you." he admits in a soft mumble. elbow pushes him off of the wall and feet are stepping more towards her before he's even realized it, thoughts easily rushing to what had happened between them. is aware of the out she's given him but maybe he's over avoiding things like he always does. "i mean. . . would you wanna talk about what happened?" fingers come up to toy with his messy curls, finding himself nervous to look her direction despite being right in front of her.

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@xdcwncastxx

“Don’t give me judgey eyes-- it’s really not my fault. I-- needed to stay awake!” She doesn’t know how to explain it to him-- that the near heart attack she was experiencing now was better than her dreams. She knew it would pass--that whatever was scaring her enough to take her back to that place would pass too--and her bones would rest again-- but it didn’t make the present easier. Not even a little bit. “Are you sure?? Really?” She covers her chest with hand and starts to breathe deeply--her hand is shaking--probably from the five hour energy--and it takes a moment for her to realize she’s dizzy-- “Oh-- I think I’m going faint. Oh bullocks. Oh crapidoo. Wh--” She closes her eyes for a moment. “When I die make sure they cremate my body and guilt Edie into spreading my ashes somewhere pretty.” 

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"would you like an itemized list?" she tilts her head studying him. it wasn't like she hadn't felt the energy shift, but she'd presumed it'd pass. like most things did, with him. "i like that i know you-- that you're one of my best friends. I've watched you with other girls-- it's-- you have a degree of object impermanence that baffles me. I'm not ruining a friendship because you just realised I'm a girl-- this--" she waves at the space between them, a smile on her lips "works because we're both honest. the second you take it there, you'll blow everything up. it's what you do. and im not naive enough to believe it'd be different so--"

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[loveisliquor]

"You're going to try and eatwhilst wearing a corset?" Edie had never been one to skip a meal, and working in fashion was sure to drive her round the bend. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a comfortable sweater. "I can't do anything about the fuck off boots but-- the sweater might help you stay comfortable whilst you put away that cheese burger." The milkshake sounds delicious though, she hates to admit it. She rolls her eyes at Edie's question and picks up a fry instead of answering it. "If I say I don't want to talk about it, will you let me not talk about it or will you bully it out of me with your whole bambi eyed, thigh high boot thing--? cute but slightly...terrifying."

"I've been shut up in the office with the glamazons all day, catered lunch was an assortment of salads with low fat dressing and flavoured water...and then my best friend on the entire planet offers me a single, solitary chip? Fuck my life." She grabs one anyway, popping it in her mouth with a sigh of satisfaction as she relaxes into the opposite booth...or tries to. Except she's still all kitted out in her office gear and the boning in her corset top is digging into her sides and the thigh high boots are cutting off the circulation in her thigh. Still, she signals for the waiter, cheeky smirk at the ready. "We'll be needing another plate of those chips, stat. I know you lot on this side of the pond haven't quite heard of the magical creation that is a battered sausage so I'm guessing I'll have to settle for a cheeseburger? Make it a double. Throw some bacon on there and...a funfetti milkshake with two straws, please and thanks. We're in need of some cheering up, here." She takes a quick scan of Andie's countenance and sees straight through the facade. "Cut the shit, Andromeda Knightsbridge. What's got you in a slump?"

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"you don't need to clean it up--you need to sit still and just let me help." the stubborn set of her mouth is common whenever freddie's around, he's always so difficult when it came to his own health. the look on his face makes her stomach hurt and it takes a second for her to get her bearings. "freddie--" they're break up was still fresh, and she isn't sure she has the strength to wade through that again. "okay just sit-- please." she gestures to a counter whilst she fetches the first aid kid. she takes out everything she thinks she'll need and moves to face him again. "is it okay?" she asks quietly, before she can start. "you know that we... this break up isn't because i don't care about you-- because i do. still. too much--actually."

he should have known she would focus on his cuts and bruises. in fact, subconsciously maybe he was banking on it. a telltale sign that she still cared. " it's fine, it doesn't bother me. " freddie retorted, setting his beer down off to the side as she continued to carry on about it. " i don't need— " cutting himself off, he was quick to peer down at her floor, not realizing one of his cuts was bad enough to actually leak. " oh, shit. " he grunted, " i'll clean it up. " getting to his feet, he turned to peer down at her. a pained look on his face, " doesn't really matter if i ruin my face. i don't got a girl to keep interested in it anymore. " the words came out bitterly, but he quickly switched gears. " you can patch me up if you want. "

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"well good. i adore your ability to critique something within an inch of it's life but well-- we're here for a good time, not a long time so--" she looks at him, his hair caught in the wind-- and it feels softer than it should. "you don't really have a choice-- you have to enjoy yourself. those are the rules."

continued from here ♡ ( @loveisliquor )

just as he was about to dreadfully agree to sharing a bed, theo was being tugged across the room towards the balcony. he leaned against the balcony, spreading his arms across the stone ledge. he turned his head to face the other, his hair blowing in the warm fiji wind. "i'm enjoying it. i always enjoy our time together, trust me."

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Andromeda's never really done valentines day with a partner who was willing before. Normally it was her doing all the work, pulling out the stops, orchestrating moments, but Tristan's gone above and beyond for what she considers a wildly overrated holiday and she's absolutely melting. She beams at him at the sight of the breakfast, burnt and flat included. "This is the cutest thing anyone's ever done for me--" She let's out a delighted giggle. "I don't know how I'm going to thank you--"

valentine's themed starter for @loveisliquor yara, lilou or andromeda?

"So, let me explain..." Tristan presented breakfast sheepishly to her, the table was laid out meticulously with fresh fruits, Italian biscuits, a cafetiere, and in the middle a plate of pastries, half of which were most definitely burnt and a little flat. "I tried my hand at making croissants for the first time, I don't know why because I'm truly terrible at baking. So I bought some lovely edible ones but I wanted to let you see them too." He chuckled, it was the thought that counted, right? Thankfully he had more planned throughout the day.

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"i think you give me more credit than I'm due--" she arches a brow at his last comment and gives him a knowing smile. "mm. maybe you're not lonely, now. though i suppose, neither am i." the smile only grows at his suggestion, into a bright, light filled thing that dominates her face. "...the fact that you're willing to bake with me, means I've truly corrupted you. come on-- we can make them. i think i have everything at home and we're close enough." she doesn't rush them down the street though, she likes the quiet the night seems to offer them, the soft hush of a city at night. she takes his hand in hers, and holds it gently. "how come you are.... how come you let me bully you into a friendship?" she doubts anyone ever tried to make him do anything he didn't want to. but andie's persistence was legendary.

the contrast between them couldn't be more remarkable. mal-chin knows what people think when they see them —that there must be some monetary transaction for such a young, beautiful, and lively creature to associate with a gloomy, quiet ghost like him. but it's not as odd as everyone seems to think. where she is life, he is death. the light to his darkness. and those have coexisted since the beginning of time. mal-chin regards her with a weary expression, one that conveys how little he appreciates being played with even if they both know it's an act. "you speak with wisdom beyond your age," he declares after a solemn pause. "it's refreshing." and then, he realizes his mistake. "i, however, am not lonely. but your guess was close enough." he copies her shrug, stealing a quick glance at his watch. "do you suggest we order some or make them ourselves?"

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"I never lied to you. I just didn't tell you everything. There's a difference." It's semantics and she knows it. " I'm not good at--" she gestures between them. For someone who spent her life being vulnerable, she was incredibly bad at being vulnerable herself. "I like you okay. Actually like you. The just sex thing? I'm not good at it. I tried-- you know? I wanted to be cool-- but I'm not built like that. I'm not cool. I--- I like you."

"So stop lying to me, A. Just tell me what the fuck is going on."

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andromeda's hair is piled on the top of her head, a faint attempt at professionalism, even if her subject was the furthest thing from it. she'd planned every inch of this conversation, watched the sparse interviews he'd given, listened to his music, and researched endlessly. there are a thousand other writers who'd wanted this gig, she knows she's lucky to be the one pinned by that steely gaze, even if unerves her more than she'd like to admit. his answer takes her by surprise, and the insinuation hidden in plain sight even more so. she leans in slightly, her warm brown eyes scanning now familiar features and takes him in again, the image he projects, the certainty in his voice.. is he.... flirting with me? she feels her face flush under the intensity of his eyes. "well i think people are definitely....surprised." she leans back, places a little distance between the force of his aura and herself. her notebook, with all of her questions, broken down by topic, lays forgotten by her side. instead all of her attention is on the enigmatic man before her. "or maybe you wanted to surprise yourself, too." she states softly. the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and she can't place why her body feels so on edge in his presence.

"when was the last time you did that-- surprised yourself I mean. Before... the interview. Everyone projects so much onto your character, the whole world thinks they know you. Do they?"

muse : luca cavalli / mid 30's / musician connection : the (f) interviewer

the room was dimly lit, the faint scent of coffee and cedar hanging in the air as luca adjusted the sleeve of his jacket. his sharp jawline caught the light, making him look every bit the enigmatic artist the world revered. he wasn’t known for this. interviews weren’t his thing. he let the music speak for him, always had, but something about this felt different. perhaps it was the interviewer. she sat across from him, her gaze sharp and curious, the kind that felt like it could unravel a person. luca could already tell she wasn’t going to ask him about the inspiration behind his latest hit or what it was like to sell out stadiums. no, she looked like she wanted to know him. the first question was one he anticipated.

why now? why agree to this interview after all these years of avoiding the spotlight?

he leaned back in his chair, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “maybe i just wanted to surprise people.” he replied, voice low and velvety. “or maybe i finally found someone worth talking to.” the tension in the air shifted. electric, undeniable. the interview had just started, but luca knew this wasn’t going to be like anything he’d done before.

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she knows that amie's right, knows it in her bones. but there's so much of her relationship that pulls her into her past, and misplaced blame is something she's used to, and comfortable with. maybe there's a part of her that thinks of pain as home. "i--yeah. you're right. i know you are. I'm done." she's never actually said the words before but there's something powerful about saying it. "can I come...over after I...end things? think I'll need a friend..,"

"no." she almost cuts her off, entirely determined to end this conversation with her aware that none of his behaviour is her fault, and it shouldn't be her problem either. andie deserves better. hell, she deserves the world and the fact she's subjecting herself to such behaviour leaves amie with a sickly feeling in her stomach. "no. fucking. way. it is not your fault. he clearly needs therapy." she means that sincerely, but without much sympathy. "kick him to the curb, andie. you deserve better."