"Might have to use that one myself," Jack said, impressed at the detail that Andrew put into the excuse. "Well, I'll vouch for you, if anyone asks," he said loyally, scowling at the owl that tore up Andrew's fingers.
"Bloody thing," he said, not even snorting at his own unintentional pun. "Lemme get something for that," he said, sliding off the bed again.
Jack went to the bathroom and got a cloth, and a bandage as well before he returned to the bedroom. "Now you really are a wreck," he said as he crawled back onto the bed, pressing the slightly damp cloth to Andrew's hand to clean up the blood.