AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Gi

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Giò

Aaron Taylor-Johnson by Mario Sorrenti | Icon Magazine March 2019

There's a nod from Drew but not much else. The look on his face seemed to be one of disappointment. This clearly wasn't something he wanted to hear. Ethan was correct, though. Drew wouldn't argue with the man and knew that he was the expert. "Thanks," he said softly before starting to push himself up. He stopped when Ethan spoke again. Drew's eyes widened as he noticed the small batteries that were held out. He reached out and carefully took them from Ethan's warm hands. "You're sure? I don't want someone else to need them for something." Being able to hear completely wasn't essential for their survival. Drew built things and didn't venture outside the building. He was safe here. Using a finite resource like that worried him.

Ethan considered the other. This was not the first time his diagnosis or professional opinion received some pushback. It was part of the job. It only increased these days. Everyone was in survival mode, trying to focus on the next thing to do so they didn't have to focus on everything they lost. Ethan nodded as Andrew spoke, letting out a little breath. "If your body gives out, Andrew. You won't be able to help out at all." Ethan was careful not to talk too quickly. "I'll suggest watch to Elijah, but you have to take it easy."

His brow furrowed, glancing at the hearing aid in Drew's ear. "Do you need batteries for that?" Ethan gestured. He hoped it didn't make Andrew feel awkward or not. He sat up, walked over to some cabinets and rummaged through them for a moment before full out just two small flat batteries. "Here," Ethan offered them over. "Found them in the supply closet on our second sweep."

ANDREW ROYCE. 30. BUILDER. FORMER CONTRACTOR.

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Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that [AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON]? No way, that's [ANDREW ROYCE]. The [THIRTY] year old [MALE (HE/HIM)] used to be a [GENERAL CONTRACTOR]. Since the outbreak, they've proven to be [HARD-WORKING] & [PATIENT], but rumor has it they're also [PARANOID] & [STUBBORN], which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the [WATCH / BUILDER] role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.

Drew's face did flush slightly as he heard the response from the cowboy. He wasn't exactly trying to flirt with the other men here. The man did make him think about that as a possibility, though. He'd been so worked-up after seeing Mallory again. Drew was stuck thinking about that night of bliss he'd spent with the older man. Now he was horny during one of the worst times. "I uh... don't think I caught your name." It wasn't really something that Drew needed to know. He just wanted to fill the silence between them while he thought of an actual response. This man wanted to fuck him. It seemed to be exactly the thing to get him out of his funk. Mallory wouldn't need to be on his mind. Unless, he used this man to make Mallory jealous. "I'm Andrew. You can call me Drew, though." Now he held out a hand for the other man to take and hopefully shake. Maybe he'd get more chances to touch the stranger after.

Dinner time around the... suspiciously indoors fires that this survivor group had set up on the building, he takes a seat on just about whichever spot by the fire is available, with his plate in hand ready to get a serving. They worked hard for this shit. Treacherous lands between here and the nearest not-plundered sources of foods. Canned goods, mostly, but it'll do. Settling in next to the strangers, he raises a brow at the man remaking his appearance. "Oh, my horse's long gone by now." While this was the set-up for his tease, it was true, actually. Maverick had a family horse back home. Who the hell knows what's become of the family, the home, and the damn horse now. "That just means the position's open. You could be the next one I'll mount, if y'wanna." Unabashedly flirting by the fire, putting that strong jawline to work as he grins right back. A wink and a click of his cowboy tongue, hoping to fluster the pretty curly boy. "Oh, I promise not to use the spurs, 'less you like it that way."

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