“Mmm.”

Any linger tension leaves Ken at the feeling of fingers in his hair (which only Allan is allowed to mess up). He lets out a pleased sigh before sipping back half of his drink and getting only a slight brain freeze.

“Yeah. It’s just … Home, you know?” All the other models are always so excited to travel, but Ken would love nothing more than to just work out of Southern California. “All of our stuff is there.”

Why does New York have to be so grey?

He glances up at Allan.

“Wanna eat lunch and nap?”