Denmark is Andy's Moscow, his Shangri-La, his Pittsburgh, his Candy Mountain. As of now. He says it like it's sad she doesn't know that. "Have you never read any Russian literature, you uneducated woman? Dance major..." She shoves him and thinks about what he's saying, which is dangerous. "I figure five, ten years tops... Before I start my real life. Unless, I guess, I'm raising Stevie. Am I?"
It's a valid question. Much more valid than Denmark. Nancy's like, "Um, yes, as stated previously, you are. Right now. We'll figure it out. When we need to." Andy translates this, not incorrectly but not correctly either, as: "When I find Husband #4 and I don't need you anymore." That one slices, because it's like the one concession she's ever given him: She does need him, she does want him in the family. It wasn't her that put him out in the yard during the Esteban time, that was Esteban and that was Andy and that was a bunch of boy bullshit and anyway, that was not too long before the Audra time either.
"I'm not a substitute teacher," he says. "I'm invested, I need to be a part of this conversation," he says. "Because I'm already a part of this kid's life," he says. He's not an understudy penguin, he's an actual goddamn penguin. But she stopped listening a couple miles back. Not because he's freaking her out or talking circles around her, but because there she is, in her awful wedding dress, on the TV, with a kidnapping alert. He's so high on the truth of this, and she's not hearing him at all, and she has to physically turn his head, finally, shivering and talking so nightmare-whispery that you can barely hear her, and then he whispers back: "Grab Stevie. We can get to the door in less than ten seconds." Which is when the nurse appears, calling for Nathalie Newman. She heads for the door and they stare at each other; she bears her teeth and jerks the TV cord out of the wall as she sleepwalks past.