Andrew growled a little as that hand went in, but it trailed off fast because the playing with his hair was a touch he really didn't mind. He went all limp and tipped his head back with an almost purr as the fingers raked through it though, the pleasurable feeling making him feel giddy even though the end product did make him look a little bit like a baby owl.
Oh... well crap. "An hour ago." he replied, drily. "Fuck." he leaned over the bed to his bedside cabinet to grab a piece of parchment and a pen, scribbling something down about being sick. He knew he shouldn't, but he was late already and even if he did lose his job it wasn't as though he was married to it; there were plenty of low-rate jobs like that for people like him.