Headcanon: Dylan tries to buy Andy sports related hats, shirts, memorabilia but never gets the right team. Andy has sense stop saying anything and just wears them.
Lol Dylan tries. also whoops, this happened
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Dylan waits as Andy pulls out the shirt from the packaging. Something flashes across his husbands face before he smiles.
“It’s perfect!” Andy said, leaning over to give Dylan a peck on the cheek. Dylan leaned in out of habit, his brows furrowing.
“Liar.” Dylan accuses, raising a finger as Andy looked as if he was about to protest, “Before you say anything, please remember I have a doctorate for studying people’s behavior.”
Andy’s eyebrows raised momentarily as he considered his options. With a slight sigh he set down the shirt, taking Dylan’s hand.
“It’s not my team.”
“What? No!” Dylan’s chest caved slightly in disappointment with himself, searching his memory for the name he could’ve swore was Andy’s team.
“It’s fine, though, really.” Andy squeezed Dylan’s hand reassuringly, “Its the thought that counts.”
Dylan huffed in reply.
“Well, I’ll just return it and get you something else.” Dylan reached for the shirt but Andy pulled it to his chest.
“No, I want it!” Andy protested, making Dylan a mixture of surprised and annoyed.
“You don’t have to amuse me, I understand why you don’t want it—“ Dylan reached for the shirt again, leaning farther this time.
“But I do!” Andy continued, attempting to hide a smile as he leaned further away. Dylan relented with a sigh.
“Fine, keep it.” He said, kissing Andy’s shoulder despite his tone. Andy smiled in triumph and laid the shirt aside.
A week later Dylan came home from the precinct and found Andy watching a game on the couch.
“Welcome home! Just in time to catch the last half.” Andy greeted him over his shoulder as Dylan walked in.
“Lucky me.” Dylan said, leaning down to give Andy a kiss. As he began to turn away to set his things down in the office.
“Is that the shirt I bought you?” Dylan asked, already knowing the answer.
Andy smiled, stretching out the ends slightly so the natural wrinkles didn’t obscure the lettering.
“The one and only.”
Dylan sighed.
“I told you that you didn’t have to keep it, let alone wear it.” Dylan continued on his way to his office, setting his things down on the sofa.
“Yes, but, I have an idea.” Andy raised his voice so Dylan could hear him in the other room. Dylan took off his suit jacket and laid it neatly beside his case before returning to the living room.
“And what is this idea?” Dylan asked, noting the second wine glass on the table already poured.
“If you’ll notice, my team isn’t playing.” Andy gestured to the screen as Dylan sat down. Dylan gave him a look.
“Okay, well my team isn’t playing, ” Andy amended, remembering Dylan didn’t know his team enough to tell, “but if you’ll notice a familiar name…” Andy gestured between his shirt and the screen. Dylan realized one of the teams playing was the same name as what stood out in gold letters.
Andy continued when he saw it click in Dylan’s expression.
“So, now you’ll just have to look at the merch I have on to see who to root for.”
“Alright, but you don’t have merchandise from every opposing team.” Dylan countered after a pause.
Andy made a face.
“Actually, I kind of do. You may be a doctor in behavior but you kind of suck at remembering team names. I have like, two other team jerseys? And that doesn’t include the hats.”
Dylan put his face in his hands, laughing.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Andy laid a hand on Dylan’s back in a mock comforting way.
“It’s the thought that counts.”
Dylan laughed again, sitting up and shaking his head. Andy handed him his glass and wrapped his arm around him so they could watch the game.
Dylan checked the gold lettering once or twice before he joined in regularly in what he hoped was appropriate responses to what played out on their television. Andy seemed to be happy all the same that Dylan pretended to be interested. When they announced an extension, however, he discreetly handed Dylan a book he’d kept in the living room after the last game. Dylan smiled and kissed his cheek, opening the pages as he snuggled back down into Andy’s chest, enjoying the vibration of his voice when he felt the need to coach the players even though they couldn’t hear him.