He hated how powerless this all made him feel. While the shoot out had been a success, it was clear that they had underestimated how many people were part of the Rogues -- And just what they were capable of. They were stuck doing damage control now, working on everyone back on their feet in some way or another. Marisol’s version of it was staying at Jeremiah’s house -- And while that made him side eye his brother, he was happy she was with his brother, rather than stuck in a shitty motel. Jer is one of the few people he trusts fully, though Andy still feels the need to see Marisol in person -- For some strange reason, it’s reassuring that she’s actually okay despite the atrocities happening around them. He’s not sure what it means that the two are shaking up together (Andy gave up on keeping up with his brother’s love life years ago), but he knows better than to ask.
Marisol isn’t a kid, but she always will be to Andy -- Even if she isn’t that much younger than him. While he can’t exactly rebuild her house, he can make sure she (and Jer, by association) has a decent meal. He doesn’t really trust his brother’s cooking skills -- But Andy’s figured out the art of Rhea Thane’s Freezer Meals, and figures he can at least put a couple together for her. It’s not much -- Lasagna, enchiladas, and chowder. Stress cooking has become his latest distraction, filling the freezer with meals that will surely take them months to get through. Admittedly, he feels a bit stupid showing up at his brother’s door with frozen food, so Andy lets himself in with his spare key, knocking at the door as he enters the home. “It’s me --” He announces himself, knowing better than to startle her after what’s happened. “Andy.” Holding up the containers as a greeting, he gives her a half smile. “Figured Jer’s got you starvin’.” He justifies, setting the food on the counter top.
