peaches and apples

[brainpanned]

who: river & andy
what: meeting the minds
when: 02-02-10, eight-ish
where: salon d'opera, theater four
rating/status: closed, middleish rating?

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[psychic_stoner]

Knitting his brow and shaking his head to let River know he still didn't quite understand, Andy draped his arm over the back of her chair. He purposefully did not touch her because one thing Andy was not was a skeeze, but it was almost a reflexive offering of comfort should she decide she actually wanted it. Hey, it'd worked on Tracy a couple of years ago, in any case.

But then when the blush registered on her cheeks as she spoke of a Sam-shaped gap, Andy let his arm fall back behind the chair. Where there was a guy that looked like a Winchester, there was an automatic cock block. Trying to make anything of anything with this girl would be a waste of time. "So he really is gone?" he asked, frowning. The thing about Sam was that he knew things that Andy didn't understand and yet they were still apparently part of the same thing, whatever that thing was. Sam was big and probably strong; he knew his shit. Sam made Andy feel safe in a way he'd never, ever admit to anyone, if only because he wasn't a fag and he didn't want anyone to think he was. But not knowing where he was or how he'd gotten there had felt a lot less intimidating when he'd run into Sam. It was disconcerting to know he'd been and gone and yet Andy was somehow late to the party.

Shaking his head again, Andy gave River a weak smile. "Don't worry about it. I think I follow. Just a feeling. Nothing else. So it's not like you knew knew, it's just like a heightened sort of gut instinct, right?" he asked, raising his eyebrows just slightly in question. Taking a deep breath and letting it out in a sigh, Andy raised the arm he'd draped over the back of the chair and moved it back into his own space, only to run his hand through his hair and down his face. "So if you and me are like apples and apples...what now?" he asked.

[brainpanned]

"Wasn't here long. Gone for good, too." River pulled her knees in again and nestled more comfortably against Andy's side, like adjusting herself into an usually lumpy couch. It didn't bother her, apparently, if he was close or not. Personal space didn't really register -- River liked contact because it grounded her. Like touching people and registering their proximal warmth reminded her she was a part of the rest of the universe.

She licked her lips, thinking. Well, it was more than just gut instinct. The instinct was never wrong. But Andy had a point -- where did they go from here? What could they do with this new camaraderie? Nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder, River sighed.

"Learn? There's more to you than just you." She swallowed and examined her hands, rubbing her knuckles with the soft pad of her thumb. "And I miss the presence. We -- the special we -- have a presence...here." River tapped at her temple. "I miss it."