Andrew snuggled in, closed his eyes and for a minute he could pretend... pretend his best kept secret and his biggest fantasy was reality, at least until Jack put his hand against his waist and then all of his attention was focused on that so familiar, so well-known touch.
"Possibly." He said, still sounding sleepy, while his mind said 'yes, yes, yes, of course I am for wanting this and still being close to you'. It hurt him to keep things from Jack, but he was too afraid of what telling him would do to 'them' - he'd be lost without it in his world.
"I dunno, what are you making?" he asked cheekily, not making any move to get up.