Aaron Taylor-Johnson As James Frey A Million Little Pieces | Dir. Sam Taylor-Johnson

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as James Frey ⤷ A Million Little Pieces | dir. Sam Taylor-Johnson

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."

NEW Aaron Taylor-Johnson filming Fuze, Istanbul 2024

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON on set of his new movie called ‘Fuze’ (2025).

Drew should've been more careful while working on the wiring for the place. To replace some sections, he first needed to remove the dry wall. One large piece fell onto him while working and struck his head. While he tried to ignore the dull pain at first, it didn't go away even after a few hours. Just to be safe, he went to see a doctor within the group. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much of an issue.

After he stepped inside the room, Drew's eyes were immediately drawn to the man sitting there. He'd seen Grant around the newsroom at meal time. Most of the time he wasn't speaking to others and seemed to enjoy quiet. The coldness was probably the reason he hadn't introduced himself before now.

The chair opposite from Grant was taken. While he sat down, Drew brushed a hand through his hair and over his hearing aid. Thankfully he'd received a few more batteries. "I've been working on tearing out some of the drywall. Some of it came down on my head pretty hard." Maybe they'd find a hardhat for him while scavenging

Location: Medical Bay, open to anyone

Grant  was  adjusting  well  enough  to  the  end  of  the  world,  the  work  kept  his  busy  and  the  lug  heads  he  lived  with  now  certainly  kept  him  busy,  always  getting  hurt  and  coming  to  the  doctors  for  every  minor  little  thing.  Or  major  thing.  One  of  them  lost  an  arm-  though  admittedly  that  one  had  been  fun.  Grafting  on  the  arm  with  the  limits  tech  they  had  was  an  especially  challenging  and  satisfying  turn  of  events.

Still  there  were  things  he  missed.  Television,  surprisingly  video  games,  and  porn.  Fuck  did  he  miss  porn.  Anything  and  everything  at  his  fingertips  like  it  was  nothing.  Just  a  few  clicks  and  it  was  there  before  him.

He  was  shaken  from  his  thoughts  as  he  heard  the  knob  to  his  door  click  and  someone  step  inside.  He  sighed  and  rubbed  the  bridge  of  his  nose.  "How  can  I  help  you  this  fine  evening?  Let  me  guess  you  shot  yourself  by  accident?"  he  asked  picking  something  outlandish  they  would  come  to  him  with.