Jack's insides did funny things when he heard Andrew's voice. Was Maisie right? Had he been fancying Andrew all these years, obvious to everyone else but him? That would explain.. oh so many things. He smiled and then frowned because Andrew could well be mad at him - and had every bloody right to be.
He had behaved so very badly.
Following the sound of his best mate's voice, he padded into the bedroom, and there he found Andrew, curled up on his bed and looking so sad that Jack ached all over. Oh. He had definitely mucked things up.
"I brought you some sweets," he said, holding the box out like some sort of white flag. And then he sighed. "I.. Andrew, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry. I'm the biggest prat in the world and I shouldn't have taken off like that. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He had a lot of 'sorries' in him!