"But I don't go places where I need a fancy coat," Andrew pointed out. It was true. Even if he wore it over jeans and a t-shirt (Andrew had a feeling the idea would make Eugene go very pale indeed), he would still look out of place in it down the pub, or in the audience at a gig, or anywhere in Lerwick. Maybe he could take Evan out to dinner, but he didn't really think either of them would enjoy that all that much.
Had Aisling been anyone else, Andrew would probably have corrected her use of the word boyfriend. Even though, as far as Andrew could tell, that was how he and Evan treated one another, it still wasn't the word they'd agreed on and Andrew wasn't comfortable claiming it when Evan didn't want to. Aisling was something of a special case. Andrew felt like she got it enough not to need correcting. He looked down at his own chest and stomach, then gave a small nod. He had given up his morning run a few times, mostly in Georgia, but he hadn't actually stopped working on looking good. He might not need to impress strangers quite as much, band publicity aside, but impressing Evan was - possibly - even more important. "I try."
He smiled back at Aisling. "You really won't have to do anything," he told her. "I'm going to have an excellent time whatever. We're going to be in New York and we're going to see a musical. That's more than enough." He didn't doubt that Aisling still would organise things, and take him to nice places, and insist on paying. "Besdies," he teased, "don't we always have an excellent time?" Maybe Ascot hadn't been 'excellent', but it had been much better than Andrew expected.