Honestly, the fact that James took a step back did make Andrew feel a bit better. Just a little. He was still nervous because this wasn't the sort of thing he generally talked about, but Andrew managed to not decide to turn on his heel and run off. Not this time, at least. And part of that was because he was too, well, dumbfounded by what James was saying to even think to run off. After all, there was a guy standing in front of him telling him that he kept thinking about Andrew. The nerdiest guy in Lawrence. The twenty-five year old that had never been on a date or anything. At least, not when he had been in his right mind. Thanks to the weirdness of this world he'd slept with two different guys, but once was when he was all hopped up on red kryptonite (which, okay. Part of Andrew thought it was kinda neat that he'd been infected with kryptonite because it was kryptonite, but he wish it hadn't happened the way it had. Why couldn't he have gotten random super powers? Or the one where people did whatever he asked?) and the other was thanks to fake memories.
But James was talking about him. He even flat out said that it wasn't just the memories, it was him. "You do?" Andrew asked as he stood there, back against the edge of the counter as he watched him. At that point, a blind person would have probably been able to see how surprised Andrew was. This was not what he expected any sort of talk with James to go like. He swallowed hard again and bit his lip for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Because it was clear James didn't think he was saying enough.
The problem was, all that Andrew could think of was to ask, "Why me? I mean, really, I'm not anything all that special. Not in that way at least."