Planes were a common reoccurring symbol in Andrew's life. His first flight, saving Steve's life, flying next to them in the sky with Matt, cautious of the engines and making sure his foolish little cousin didn't get sucked into one. Now there were more planes, in the sky, in parody videos, and somehow Andrew himself. It had started as a joke, Andrew constantly setting himself on top of the Man, head buried into his shoulder or peeking over it. One night, as Andrew gracefully lied down on top of the older Man, he heard a laugh, knowing the Man could actually feel him this time. It was a wonderful new thought, to know the Man below him could feel his body for the first few times since they met. "I'm like an Andrew Landing Pad." The man below him groaned out, adding a chuckle to the end of his complaint. Andrew giggled, agreeing entirely, before burrowing himself down into the Man's shoulder blade. "Hey, at least I don't make crash landings." "Yeah, but you do screw up my entire upper body system sometimes." "Oops. Um... then I'll fix it before I leave." He knew the Man had a series of machines keeping the muscles in his upper body aligned, keeping the Man from having his nightly shoulder seizures and jaw problems. He figured his head was probably the issue, and if not that, then probably his technology, such as the communicator in his brain and the earphones that he shoved inside of his ears. Andrew layed there for a minute, listening to the sounds of the Hillywood Umbrella Academy Parody bloopers. Coincidentally, it was at the part where the cast had to stop filming for planes flying overhead. He hummed along with the music, laughing at the things each cast member said about the constant disturbance that was the airplanes. He loved planes for multiple reasons, he could fly with them, see the people, and often enjoyed racing them to an unknown destination or a certain cloud. They were freeing, but full of hidden dangers, and he knew that well. He realized that he was a plane, as the Man was a landing pad, Andrew could do whatever he wanted , go where he pleased, but when he was tired and broken down, he would always make his way home to the Man, Steve, and his mother. His crew, his landing pad, his family. So maybe he wasn't so irritated every time the Man referred to himself as an Andrew Landing Pad. To him, it was the highest form of endearment. As the video ended, he laid his head down again, making sure to fix any moved wires within the Man's body, and slept, dreaming of flying in the sky with planes, his entire family close behind him.