Andy was the first to notice Roise's difficulty hearing. It was little things, like when he turned the music up louder than usual while cooking or how he got startled when she entered the room, having not heard her coming. He watched her lips more when she spoke and she often had to repeat them.

Soon after, his family noticed, since he often asked they'd repeat information about the body he was examining. Ira and Ryan then picked up on it as well, but when no one said anything to him, Rosie played it off. Andy wasn't buying it, which is exactly what she told Pippi when she asked while bringing her coffee at the station to keep her awake behind the phone.

"Should we wait for him to tell us?" Pippi asked, leaning on the desk and Annalise sat back in her chair, one knee up as she thought.

"I'm not so sure he's come to terms with it himself, I don't really wanna force him to."

"He knew it was coming for a long time, though."

"Yeah, but didn't he have a few more years."

"Annalise, the lost of his hearing's not the end."

"I know-" she started, confused about where this was coming from.

"You're taking it as a sign of the end but you know him, he'll be here for a while."

"You're scared," Annalise observed, sitting up straighter, realizing Pippi was saying out loud the things she'd been telling herself. "Reasonably. I am too but it's exactly what you said. I mean, he's got way too much life left in him, he's not going anywhere anytime soon," she comforted Pippi, who nodded.

"So maybe we do ask about his hearing," Pippi began, just as the phone rang.

"Seattle Fire Department, station 19," Andy answered, her face immediately turning bored when the person on the other end of the line started speaking. "I see. Have you tried changing the batteries?" She asked, her tone not matching her expression, especially when the woman told her she hadn't. A few minutes later, Andy hung up, placing her head in her hands and groaning.

"That's the attitude," Sullivan's sarcastic voice drew her attention as he walked in from the barn, though she didn't look. He stepped behind her to grab a folder as Pippi asked

"You get calls like that often?"

"More often than we'd like but it's better than the alternative," she stated, wishing fire safety was more widely taught but glad she could at least help keep people safe. Still, answering calls, especially these, wasn't very exciting.

"It's it possible we're wrong," Pippi asked, switching back to the conversation behind. Robert flipped through the file, not really processing anything he was reading with Andy sitting so close.

"All of us?"

"You're right."

"I don't know, maybe we should just play it by ear... I should have picked another phrase."

"He's a fan of denial," Pippi reminded her, having seen how long it took him to go after Andy.

"Can't hurt to let him deny it just a little longer."

"Right again," Pippi agreed as Andy sipped her coffee. "I should get back to work."

"mhm, go solve murders. Thanks again for the coffee! The most incompetent citizens of seattle have you to thank for making sure someone can tell them how to change their battery!" she called put as Pipp made her way to the door.

"We're a team, I keep you awake, you answer the calls. And we all know, teamwork..." she began, stepping out the first set of doors.

"Not you too!"

"Makes the dreamwork!" Pippi yelled back, out of sight now. Andy laughed silently, shaking her head.

"Friend of yours?" Robert asked, trying to start a small conversation. Baby steps in rebuilding their friendship, assuming they could get back there.

"Yeah, Rosie's sister."

"Will she bring me one next time?" He asked, playfully, snatching up her coffee.

"Hey!" She said, snatching it back. "The beanery has coffee... oh right, you'd have to be with the team for a meal, god forbid."

"You're not up there either," he said, snatching up her container with the remains of the salad she'd eaten there.

"Stop taking my food," she said, taking it back and putting it back on the desk, causing him to laugh lightly.

"But it's funny."

"God, you're annoying today," she commented, immediately regretting it thinking she might be reprimanded but he just laughed as he started towards the stairs. Hours later, he found her sitting alone in the beanery reading between calls when he spotted a bottle next to her. As he approached, she looked up to him curiously, just in time to see him snatch it up.

"You're kidding."

"Aloe water?" He read.

"Yeah, it's weird and it has pulp. Now put it down." Instead of listening, he unscrewed the cap to smell it and she let her book fall on the table, throwing her arms up in defeat, which only increased as he walked away with it.

"What's the matter?" Ben asked, walking into the beanery a moment later so see Andy still confused, watching Robert exit.

"He took my drink."

"Why?"

"To annoy me."

"Well it worked." Shaking her head, she formulated a plan, which she executed that night. He'd headed off to the showers, leaving a banana on his desk as a snack before bed. The door slightly ajar, Andy slipped in, swiped up the banana, and rushed out. Fifteen minutes later, she heard him below her name through the station.

"What did you do?" Vic asked, turning to the spot on the end of the couch she was watching the tv from with most of her team. As if to answer her, Robert appeared in the doorway, having come to find her himself.

"Yes, Chief?" She asked, as though she didn't know what it was about.

"You snuck into my office." Now everyone turned to her surprised, awaiting an explanation. "And you owe me a banana," he said, remaining serious before he walked away without a word. All eyes turned back to Andy who simply said,

"Innocent 'till proven guilty."

The next morning, the game continued when Andy moved too slowly to put on her uniform and Robert saw an opportunity. He greeted everyone at the table already eating, and saw the plate someone had put together for her with one of Dean's biscuits on it. Without saying anything, he swiped it up and placed one finger over his mouth so no one would tell.

He was long gone by the time Andy made it out, but one glance at her plate and she knew something was missing. She looked up to Dean, who was taking a bite out of his own.

"He stole my biscuit?"

"You stole his banana," Jack commented.

"But it's a biscuit! And that's a banana."

"She admits she's the thief." Vic commented, amused. Without saying anything, she ripped a piece off Jacks, plotting her next strike.

It came in the next shift when she saw his favorite type of dark chocolate sitting in the fridge. An unpopular brand, she knew it belonged to him and shoved it in her pocket until she could hide it in her locker. When she came back from a call that night, it was gone, along with her pack of gum.

"You went into my cubby!" She called him out, following him to his office when she spotted him in the hall.

"You went into my office."

"That's so different."

"But is it?" He asked, knowing in was. In there, he'd seen a photo of her and two men he didn't recognize, a badge on her hip. They men were older and wearing badges of their own. Next to that photo was one of her and Rosie inside of a lab, one arms out wide and her mouth open as though she were saying, "behold, this lab," and Rosie smiling at her and laughing. She wore a Seattle Fire Department sweater, so he knew it was recent. Another photo showed her hugging older Latina he assumed was her mother. The other two photos taped to the inside of the door were from the station.

"Yes, your office could belong to anyone."

"Well I feel inspired, maybe I'll put some photos up." Rolling her eyes, she made her way to his desk and snatched up her gum.

"Are you going to that thing tomorrow night?" He asked, curiously, wondering if he'd see her at the bar when the whole team met up for drinks and darts.

"That thing?" She asked, looking a little confused and a little surprised.

"Yeah, at Joes. Montgomery invited me."

"Yeah, um, I don't know if he knew," she said, remembering he was one of the few not in the room and instead, passed along the message. "I set up that thing so people could meet Rosie."

"And you didn't plan to invite me?" He asked, playfully, understanding her reasons perfectly well but still wanting to come.

"I mean, it's up to you."

"I've moved on. I'm not mad and I'd like to meet him." She nodded in response, telling him,

"Alright. Tomorrow night. And in the meantime, stay out of my cubby."

"I don't think you understand exactly what you took from me," he said, opening the top drawer to his desk and pulling out the chocolate. He broke off a piece and held it out to her. She curiously looked at the piece and then took a bite.

He waited her reaction but she shrugged.

"Eh, Dean's biscuits are better."

"It was pretty good," he admitted. "But not as good as this," he continued before taking a bite of his own piece. She rolled her eyes once again, telling him,

"Yeah okay," before exiting his office with a smile on both their faces. Robert sat down pleased, feeling he could finally call them friends again.