"The whole house?" Andrew asked, lips twitching into a smile. He didn't think that would be necessary, but he would quite like to see it. "Would that be the biggest blanket fort you've ever made?" It was certainly tempting, if only because Andrew enjoyed being impressed by all the things Evan could do. As Evan kissed him, Andrew raised his free hand to cup Evan's chin, leaning in and letting the kiss last. "I know." Andrew had little real doubt that Evan wouldn't be able to cure any sadness he might feel.
Andrew laughed at Evan's dramatic response. "What, you were going to leave him alone? For a week? At Christmas? I don't believe it." Evan loved Jim, had said so, Andrew was sure there elaborate plans to bring Jim with them and feed him especially raw and bloody steak for Christmas, or something. Maybe Andrew should introduce Jim to black pudding. "He'd have followed us anyway," Andrew added. If Jim could come all the way to Hogsmeade, there was no reason to believe he couldn't make it to the Welsh countryside just as easily. "But tell me more about this sofa," he added, pulling Evan a little closer. "Are we going to have sex in every room?"