#andrew para

[giannamartello]

Dawn Biery Photography. #giadrew

[tobey-reynolds]

Stress Relief || Tobandrew

Leaving his place, quite late, he locked the door behind him, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets as he went down the hall from his place in 4A to Andrew's at 4F, his mind buzzing as he walked along the hall. He'd been keeping to himself the last few days. Some sort of master cleanse to get Amir permanently away from his brain since the man didn't even want him to talk to him anymore, let alone anything else. That, but more importantly, he'd been caught up with his new side job, which had been taxing physically and emotionally. That and Lucas dressing him up like a puppy for his own personal photoshoot. All of it had been morally degrading and hard to shake off when he'd get back alone. Instead of being able to isolate it, his brain would pick his least favorite parts and replay them until he was considering downing some sleeping pills with a side of vodka, but was too afraid he'd miss a client and get in trouble.

He went down to Andrew's apartment and was about to knock before remembering Andrew said it was unlocked, so he just let himself in, figuring Andrew was probably holed up in his room with Bongo, not wanting to move very much with that ulcer. Tobey couldn't even imagine what an ulcer felt like. He just closed the door behind him and went into the bedroom, looking expectantly over.

[tobey-reynolds]

Southern Comfort || Tobandrew

Thankfully Andrew was going to let Tobey come back to his place. Because if he didn't, Tobey would probably try to find some comfortable place in the indoor pool, maybe some resting chair or whatever they had, and stayed there because there was no way he could go back to his place with Amir tonight. He couldn't. He hated asking Andrew for help, especially because he was so nice about it, but he had no idea what else to do if not that. Sighing, he hurried up the elevator with a duffelbag of his things for now and went to Andrew's apartment, finding his way there and knocking softly before trying the door. "Andrew...?"

[tobey-reynolds]

Snuggles and UST || Andrew and Tobey

It was getting later in the evening, the sun was starting to go down, slowly but surely, and Tobey felt like he hadn't gone anything of worth today. Like someone had slipped something into his water to make him woozy today. Of course, it was probably just the fact that he had gone to sleep so late after talking to Andrew, and had woken up well into the afternoon. Now he was lighting up a cigarette near his open window standing in a pair of cotton dark gray pajama pants since he was being the epitome of lazy today. What was the glamorous life of being a model if you didn't spend one of the days just in sleep clothes.

Tobey was waiting for 'someone' to sneak into his room and keep his company, trying not to look toward his unlocked door too many times. Sure, no one was around, but he felt like he would just build up the anxiousness and Andrew would be able to just see it all over him. Which would be why he was smoking, to make himself relax, and because he knew Andrew wouldn't be too fussed if he smelled like smoke, since he'd asked to bum a cigarette yesterday, as his hello, actually. His lips quirked up into a smile at the memory.