Okay. So. Andrew hadn't expected James to come to the door looking so... well, looking like that. And it was possible that Andrew ended up staring for a moment, mind wandering back to that year's worth of fake memories, plus the not-fake memories from when they weren't themselves, before his face went quite red and he looked away.
"It's uh. Not too late is it?" he asked, his blue eyes locking onto the Batman wrapping paper that covered the gifts in his hands. James was flat out gorgeous, that was really, really obvious. And even though he didn't plan on saying it out loud again, Andrew still wasn't sure why someone that looked like that would be bothering with him. Or, he didn't plan on saying it then, at least. "Because if it's too late I can come back tomorrow. That's no problem or anything." He sort of shuffled his feet a bit as he stood there and, for the first time, wondered why he'd picked up such dorky wrapping paper. He could have at least used something else for James' gifts.