Jack felt his heart plummet out of his chest when Andrew said that Frank was awesome. He was pretty sure if he looked down he would see his heart there, in his lap, a big bloody mess. Which was a gross mental image, really.
But then Andrew kept on speaking, and his heart soared. "You love me?" he echoed, sounding surprised (oh, dense Jack). A grin slowly, but surely, spreading across his face, getting bigger and bigger.
"You love me?" And then he was pouncing on Andrew again, the force of it rolling them off the bed and over the side. Jack thudded to the floor and his breath wooshed out as Andrew landed on top of him. Blinking his eyes open again, he grinned.