Whilst Evan had already been pretty sure that Andrew did, in fact, feel comfortable around him, it was still nice to hear him say it, and Evan moved closer so he could lean his body into Andrew's, kissing him softly for his words. When he pulled back again, it wasn't much further than the space of a kiss between them. "You always look nice for me," Evan told him. It was more of a 'to me' rather than a 'for me', but quite honestly, Evan did think that Andrew looked lovely no matter what. He could, of course, appreciate the effort, understood it, even, since he, too, put effort into how he looked. It just seemed a lot less important to Evan than it did to Andrew. But then, people were different, so Evan could hardly assume that what he felt and thought applied to others (that clearly wasn't true and he had plenty of proof).
"I'd like that," Evan beamed when Andrew said he could do his hair. "And then I can be pretty like you," Evan added teasingly, pressing another kiss against Andrew's lips. He wouldn't, of course, ever be as good looking as Andrew, nice hair or not, but it was still exciting to Evan to think how nice his hair would look once Andrew did it (not that it looked bad now, Evan was more than capable of making his own hair look nice, just not as nice). "And then I can wear your jumper and tell everyone who I'm dressed up as," Evan added with another small laugh. Frankly, he thought that his plan to go to this party dressed as Andrew was genius.