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He couldn’t help but wonder if this had been a bad idea -- But Lettie had been on his mind since the shoot out, when his thoughts weren’t occupied by worrying over Rowan they trailed off to the person he once concerned to be like a child to him. She had been the one to flip the van, the one who killed her sister. From the things he heard from Rowan, gossip around town, and the obvious of putting two and two together -- He could figure it out. They had spoken briefly, in the eye of the storm the two had shared text messages before Henry Fisher came out and told Andy his wife’s fate. And now, another brief conversation -- Where are you staying? He typed it out slowly, from his own nerves and his inability to keep up with the upgraded iphone Rowan made him swap to.
It leads him to Desmond Grayson’s home, somewhere Andy didn’t want to be but wouldn’t let his feet turn him around and take him back to his bike. His last conversation with the home owner had been... Well, horrific. Filled with coked-out threatens and nearly choking Desmond to death. This was a disaster waiting to happen, but Lettie meant more to him than his childish mistakes would -- Even if their relationship had taken a turn for the disastrous, he still cared for her deeply, still believed she was part of his family even if she didn’t share the same sentiment. He knocks three times, clenching his jaw as he braces for impact. A short lived wave of relief arrives as she answers the door, before he tenses up again. “Hey, kid.” He opens with, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cut. Andy can’t help but feel like the piece of leather weighs more nowadays, and with Lettie having left before Trojans -- Thank god she’d only been a Prospect -- the fabric holds him down rather than keeps him grounded. “You look like shit.” He begins, teasing her. “Guess you take after me in that sense.” He speaks lightly, despite the tension that hangs in the air, kicking himself for having spoken at all.
