Jack scooted in closer until he was pretty much spooning Andrew, which didn't seem an odd thing to do, not in his mind. Best friends could spoon! Jack thought that was perfectly normal. It might not have been, but he didn't really realize it.
"Does that make you a masochist?" he asked with a grin evident in his voice as his hand slid down and rested just below Andrew's ribcage, his fingers fanning out slightly.
"What are we having for breakfast?" he asked, because now that he was up - and had successfully roused Andrew as well! - his stomach was starting to make its presence known.