Andrew honestly hadn't been expecting James to ask him that. Seriously. Okay, maybe he should have been expecting it at some point. They had the memories of more than just kisses and James had expressed that he was, you know, interested. But still. Even though in the back of his mine he was aware of all that, it didn't make Andrew any less surprised each time James so much as complimented him, let alone now that he was asking if it was alright to kiss him.
His face and ears went even redder then and he bit down on his lip, unable to respond for a minute. Thanks a lot, nerves, Andrew thought to himself. You guys are a huge help. He still hadn't ever so much as kissed anyone while he was himself. The first time the red kryptonite had been to blame. The second was a jerkoff of an angel. But Andrew was twenty-five years old, old enough that it was about time he actually did kiss someone.
"Um. Okay," he said with a small nod, voice soft. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself at the moment so he just set his gift aside, too nervous to do anything like moving closer to James.