Jack fell down onto his friend in a very flopping and flaily manner, all limbs all over him. And suddenly Andrew had gone from still and peaceful to a flurry of limbs himself, jerking elbows and moving legs.
And Jack was laughing, even as he took an elbow in the gut. He squirmed on top of Andrew a moment or two more before he rolled over onto his back next to him and grinned up at the ceiling for a few seconds before he turned his head to the side so he could look at his best friend.
"I'm not Merlin, I'm Jack," he supplied cheerfully, oh so very helpful in the morning. Well! Andrew was awake now! Hurrah. He stuck out his lower lip in a jutting, exagerrated pout. "Oh Andy-Andy-Andy-dy-dy, you don't mean that," he said, plunging a hand under the twisted blankets until he found his side. "You love me." He started to tickle him.