When I'm feeling lonely and in need of comfort (and I need a shitload of comfort; I've been violently abused for most of my life and shunted from psychiatric ward to psychiatric ward all of my late teen and adult life, as I'm autistic and schizoaffective and have had more psychotic breakdowns than you've had hot dinners, just to give some context) I think of his cute playfulness and enthusiasm, curl up in bed and imagine that we're just cuddling and telling each other stories. My Andrew is soft and cuddly and affectionate. Maybe you can't see that side of him but I can, and I need it. He's like my daemon (His Dark Materials.) I need him close to me or it feels like my heart has been torn out. Go easy on him, he's part of me.