Andrew always says that he has strict rules for himself and the world, that everything must be black-and-white, good or bad, honesty or lies, no in-between whatsoever. Unsurprisingly however, his life isn’t so clear cut. He says that he doesn’t trust people and he makes deals for people to stick around, and yet he’s friends with Renee and trusts Bee, with no strings attached. He says that everyone sees him as a monster and says that he doesn’t care if people do, and yet he’s absolutely dying for someone to see himself, a person who was fucked-up by the monsters of the world and desperate to keep himself alive. He says that his brother and cousin, and later Kevin, are the only things keeping him around, but the truth is that he found the smallest reason to stay and latched onto it with all he had. He wants to stay just as bad as Neil does because no one has ever let him stay, every home he’s ever been in has been temporary and he’s just waiting for this one to go away too. Andrew himself contradicts his own rules because he is nether good nor bad, he’s not a saint and he’s not a monster, he’s just a person, he’s just an incredibly wounded human being who has stopped believing that truly good people exist and yet still craves love and trust so fucking deeply.
Maybe Andrew Minyard pretends that he lives in the black-and-white to keep others from realizing that he’s so gray.
Neil’s favourite colour is gray
