Ashley was finally starting to get into Drag Race a little bit. I'd also persuaded him to have a beer, maybe that was helping him relax? We were both exchanging a shocked look at the way Rebecca Glasscock reacted to RuPaul's constructive criticism, when my phone rang.

Ashley looked at me, "Do I need to pause it?"

I waved him off as I stood to go find my phone, "Nah, I've already seen it. But if I'm not back by runway you'd better!"

I found my phone still in my work jacket. It had been a few rings already, so I took a chance and answered it without checking to see who it was.

(Y/N): "Hello?"

Andy: "Mistress! How musical it is to hear your voice!"

Warmth exploded in my chest. I felt weak in the knees and had to sit down.

(Y/N): "Andy! I miss you so much; are you ok?"

I noticed Andy hesitated a moment before replying.

Andy: "All is well. Indeed, everything is as I should only have anticipated. And how do you fare, my sweet? Has my brother-"

Not wanting Andy to work himself into a frenzy, I cut him off.

(Y/N): "-No, no, he hasn't touched me! I can't even get him to unwind-"

Andy: "-He has absolutely no need to 'unwind!' I will see to it that he is well compensated for his time once I am through with these trials and we are no longer parted." He sighed dramatically. "My queen, I wilt without your company! I feel as though my own home has become a charnel house, a prison, a coffin! Without your shining light to guide me, I cannot see the beautiful things around me, the very value of existence, only despair and decay!"

I started to tear up a bit at the genuine distress in Andy's voice.

(Y/N): "I miss you too, more than words can say. But you can do this, we both can! How are things going?"

Andy paused for a second before answering.

Andy: "I will confess that it is difficult; I feel heavily taxed. But I would go through each one a thousand times over to earn the privilege of standing by your side."

I could hear how weary he sounded. Though I didn't want to stop talking to him, I was worried about his health.

(Y/N): "Andy, how much sleep have you been getting?"

Andy: "None, but-"

(Y/N): "-But nothing! I want you to promise me that, as soon as you get off the phone, you'll go get some sleep."

He sighed.

Andy: "Anything you ask of me, my darling plum."

Feeling the sorrow of being parted from him start to well up and take over, I decided to cut the conversation off, before I started bawling.It would only upset him further.

(Y/N): "Alright, well, off to bed with you." I choked back a small sob. "I love you."

Andy: "As I, you, my eternal beloved."

I hung up and immediately started weeping. Ashley came running out of the guestroom, "It's alright, they haven't gotten to the runway yet, I promise!"

Seeing my distraught expression, he recoiled in fear. "Uh... uh..." Then he spun about on his heel and left! That made me feel even more alone, so I started crying even louder.

But to my surprise, Ashley returned promptly, carrying a roll of toilet paper. He gestured at me with it. "Bathroom paper." He took on a defensive air when I didn't immediately take it, wagging his tail with indecision. "Because you are weeping," he offered up as an explanation.

His tone was so blunt, I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Ashley looked pleased with himself, doubtless as I was no longer in tears. Demons!