At Andrew's words, a warm feeling spread through Evan's stomach and he smiled softly, turning his head so he could catch Andrew's lips in a rather chaste kiss. "I love you, too," Evan said. He did, too. And it felt really, really nice to know that Andrew felt the same way. Evan truly hadn't been bothered when Andrew hadn't, but now that he had, Evan was perfectly happy to appreciate that he did. He did then give a soft sigh when Andrew said he wished he could tell his mum about how amazing Evan was. How amazing what they had was, Evan suspected. But he did also recognise that what Andrew meant was that he wished his mum would be happy about it. Very briefly, Evan wondered if there was a spell for that.
"No," Evan said shaking his head slightly at Andrew's question. "I think the direct opposite is true," he told Andrew honestly. "I think lying in short term might seem like the easier, better thing to do, but over all the truth would be much better," because sooner or later, whether now or in ten years, Andrew's mum would learn about Andrew and Evan, rather than just Andrew or just Evan. "You deserve to be able to tell her the truth," Evan said determinedly. "It's on her if she chooses not to like it or accept it," which was sadly true. But that was not something Evan could fix. Unless there was a spell, which was unlikely.
At the mention of Christmas, Evan grinned. "We're going to have an excellent Christmas," he agreed, but then the smile did falter a little. "You're not going to change your mind, are you?" Evan asked almost too softly. "Because of your mum," he clarified. "About Christmas," Evan added, though as he said it, Evan realised that he did worry a little that perhaps Andrew would change his mind about Evan because of his mum.