"You don't have to go out with just any old person who asks you you know," Jack said a bit sullenly. "You're better than that. Too good for him." The problem, as he saw it, was that Andrew would be too good for pretty much anyone out there. Jack couldn't envision a person who would be good enough for his best friend in the world. No one who was clever enough and funny enough and fun enough. No one would would cuddle Andrew the right way when he was feeling down and then try and cheer him up.
"There's nothing wrong with me," he said, sighing, running his fingers through his hair. "I just don't like it. Him. Him and you. It just.. I don't like it."