Jack wanted to make angry, unhappy noises. He wished Frank was still lingering in the hallway so he could throw something at him again. There was just something wholly wrong about the whole situation. Andrew and Frank. Frank and Andrew. Something gnawed its way up inside of Jack, biting at things inside of him and making him feel decidedly uncomfortable.
"So you like, really like him?" he asked, sounding disbelieving at the concept. "Him. Frank. That's the type of bloke you like?" All smarmy and ... knobbish?