[ She does not want to find him endearing right now — she wants to be mad, and he's making that very, very hard. One hand comes to her hip while the other braces itself on the side of the bed, her lips pursing at him for a moment before she responds a bit flatly: ]

Gorgeous? You must've hit your head harder than I thought. [ Andy knows very well that she's a hot mess at best right now, with heavy bags under her eyes from days of poor sleep and all that long, dark hair an untamed tangle. She looks very damn tired. Rex probably does too. ] Don't think you can "Hey, Andy" your way out of this one. I've been pissed at you for days, and I'm planning on at least a few more.

[ Still. She leans down to look at him better, reaching out to brush a stray curl of hair off his forehead. ]

What the hell were you even thinking, pulling a stunt like that?