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cool ill head over and let u know when im close

[And he does, by sending a little waving emoji when he's close enough to the pin in person to warrant a heads up. He's still trying not to be an awkward as fuck kinda guy but getting laid a few times has made him feel a little more at ease, just as getting to know the people here's helped him feel less guarded and more able to be himself. If Oliver and Nick haven't dumped him yet for being a nerd, there's some hope yet.

He's brought four saran wrapped muffins together in one hand, earbuds hanging by the cord around his throat as he waits out front with a knock or another text for Nick to greet him and let him in. He offers a smile whenever that moment happens.]

Hey.

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[ weed is just about the only thing he does these days, caught in this nebulous little "loophole" that nick has built for himself so that he doesn't have to commit fully to sobriety. it's a nice way to spend a day anyway, stretched out on the deck chairs near the pool and lazily making his way through a little pile of pre-rolled joints.

which is to say he's had a head start by the time andy arrives, and there's already a lazy grin on his face by the time he gets the door. ]

Oh man, you actually brought the muffins. [ nick shoves the door open wide, gestures through the house to the deck outside. ] I'm through there. Do you want a drink or something?

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Uh, yeah? I never lie about muffins.

[Andy says with a small smile, looking the way he's directed before heading on through. His first default is to say 'no thanks, I'm good' to be polite but. He gives it a second of thought before shooting Nick a look, brows up:]

I'd take soda if you had it - water if not. Thanks.