Andrew had woken up rather suddenly, forced to get up and leave the train with the others, still feeling a bit disoriented. Because of that, he simply followed the others, not speaking up or doing anything about the fact that his hair was now somewhat of a mess -a result of the way he had been lying against the window- and not even protesting about the fact that they had yet to decide anything when they suddenly were booking a flight for Brazil.
I suppose we weren't going to discuss it then.
It wasn't any use if the titan chose not to partake. When Prometheus told him to put the arrow in Prail's bag, he didn't question it, simply put it in.
"Take care of this, okay?" he told her, then went on further, explaining some of the content of his backpack before going through and looking for Nicole. He had noticed that Prometheus had chosen to have Rias and Nicole in the better seats, and while he still sort of wanted to keep thinking as little as possible, it took no thought to reason out that the man had chosen two girls for the sake of "enjoying himself", probably flirt or whatever the titan had in mind when choosing the two prettier girls -Prail wasn't bad looking, just rather bland- for a flight that would take at least 10 hours.
If Prometheus thinks he's being subtle, he's very wrong.
Of course, that meant that he had to sit next to the people he hadn't talked to much at all. Shiro was fine, hopefully he would be seated next to the quiet Asian, the very least, Prail was... odd. Hymir, however, was possibly the worst of them, the man seemed like he would be asking a lot of questions.
If Jon had been there, then perhaps Andrew could've picked up the conversation from before. However, he had noticed a note in his pocket when entering the airport, Jon had gone to do things on his own, which was a shame. Then again, if Prometheus had taken the opportunity to ask everyone what they actually wanted, perhaps they could have worked out something to help Jon do what he wanted.
"Here you go, hope it tastes good. Still trying not to think?"
Andrew turned to look at her, then smiled, taking the burger. "Thank you, I'm sure it'll be good. As for the not thinking thing..." He trailed off, taking a couple of bites of the burger. It wasn't fantastic, but it was decent enough, and more importantly, it filled his stomach. Feeling less likely to get worked up, Andrew spoke.
"It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Trying not to think? I know it does, I just... There's so many things on my mind, all the time. I miss and am worried about Kirsten, I want to know for sure that we all want the same thing, how will we deal with Loki, what approach should we go with, and let's say we do take care of Loki to please Zeus, what happens if it's not enough? I talked to my father, and he said I would have been on the list even if he was already dead. Dad said a lot of things, but none of it actually answers any questions, Jon's gone to search for his mother, who is this Hymir and is he really going to help us? What exactly does Rias want, can we even trust her? How do we know this isn't some trap, or a situation where we really don't know what's going on, and we get ourselves killed because of some stupid idea that no one seems to have thought through? Why did Prometheus ask the two prettiest women to come join him in business class, if he---"
Andrew realized that he was ranting, and frowned, the look in his eyes and on his face for once giving away the fact that he actually felt... ashamed. It wasn't Nicole's fault that he couldn't calm his thoughts, and she didn't deserve to hear about the mess in his mind.
"I'm sorry. Ever since I got here I just feel like my mind just won't stay calm. It's not just going through things, but all the time, and everything at once. I honestly think that I should just get as much alcohol on the flight as I can, and pass out or something," he remarked, this time a bit jokingly. It wasn't just a joke, though, something like that could just be the way to go.
Finishing the burger, he made himself smile again, before noticing that his hair was quite the mess in one of the nearby metal surfaces. Running his hand through it, and rubbing his eyes one last time, he looked over at Nicole again, looking far more confident and relaxed. It helped thinking about the ring around his neck, while Kirsten wasn't there to provide the feeling of being happy he wanted right now, at least he had the proof of their love, as cheesy as that sounded. He put a hand on Nicole's shoulder in an actually not awkward, friendly way, and spoke.
"There, perhaps I'll feel less of a need to be a crazy person if I don't look like one. Thanks, Nicole, for the burger, and again, sorry for the rant. It seems you're the only one who has to suffer through those. Next time, I hope there'll be reason for you to thank me, rather than the other way around. I'm probably not that reliable, but... if you need to talk, let me know, okay?"
