Jack continued to stroke his hair in an absent manner, because Andrew seemed to like it, and if it made his best friend happy, well, hey! That was a good thing.
A frown tugged his mouth down. "Really? Shite. Are you going to get into trouble for that?" Jack leaned over as Andrew started to scribble a note down and he nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea! Tell them you've been puking all morning or something. And that you've got a fever," he supplied helpfully.