Cameron listened to the officer, his lips in a firm line. He wasn't too happy about this, they'd already talked to the police. He sighed though, looking down at Andie as she spoke. He gave her a nod, tight and formal, before looking back at the officer. 

"I'll get my stuff," He said simply before turning back into Andie's apartment. He grabbed his bag, and after a seconds deliberation, decided to leave the soccer ball on her couch. He'd get it later. 

Cameron had left out the part about having feelings for Sierra, he didn't feel it was relevant and now he definitely wasn't going to tell. What if Andie found out? Would that hurt her? Probably, and it would explain why he didn't love her. He hadn't loved Sierra, no, but if he had a choice, he would have chosen her over Andie. He'd never speak those words aloud. Sierra was dead, it was time to forget about his feelings for her. He wondered if she had ever suspected that he liked her. He doubted it, he was always practicing or playing or working. He never had time for relationships, so why was he headed for one now? To keep his friend in town? He did care for Andie, but not like he had cared for Sierra.