Merlin ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Jack had no idea how to act, not in the least, and he looked down at Andrew and frowned a little bit and looked more puzzled than anything. Before he forced a smile onto his face that looked fake and was fake. He tapped Andrew on the back, barely a return of the hug, and then took a step backwards and disentangled himself from the other.
"Oh I'm fine, I'm fine," he said breezily, sounding a bit weird, but weird was the name of the game these days. He waved a hand and went over to flop down on the sofa, although he didn't really feel like sitting. His leg jumped restlessly.
"So, how was the date?" he asked again. He didn't want to know and yet he had a sick need to know. Did Andrew like him? Had they kissed? Were they going out again?