Andrew had been dressed since before Jack was, pale trousers, striped long sleeved tee, pale grey jacket and a plum coloured scarf that Jack had bought for him one Christmas.
He was fine up until Jack seemingly evaporated from the house and then, despite telling himself that he was being stupid, the butterflies started thrashing in his tummy, demanding that he do something about the situation.
He shushed them and waited, pacing, for the knock on the door.
He jumped up when it came and opened it to see Jack, the butterflies dying immediately, and he laughed at his own stupidity. "Hey." he greeted, leaning against the doorframe and grinning at the gorgeous person before him. "You're gorgeous. Got a boyfriend?" he teased.