Gonna do a timeskip with this one, with Andy still stuck in that M!A, to keep he and Harley around the same age. :D
Long, matted ash hair hung around Andy's face, falling down past his shoulders. Porcelain skin was caked with dirt and residual blood, and what were once pudgy, youthful looking cheeks were now sunken, his eyes almost hollow-looking. He may as well have been dead. There was so much he wanted to say, so much emotion clawing just under the surface, but none of it would come out. He was stoic, save for the glaze of tears in his eyes. Only two quiet, raspy words escaped his lips: "I'm back..."