"Tired," Andrew decides. He settles into a position more conducive to general cuddling, holding one of James's hands in his. "You can use my bed -- I don't think we need to worry about telling people you've arrived." By which he means he's undecided if they even should do that at all. The rebels have been pretty good to him, but that's not to say he's ready to throw his lot in with them just yet.