Evan closed the apartment door at exactly 10:15 pm, and found that the sofa was already occupied and the TV was already switched on. Jonathan was back from wherever he ran off to, and he was avidly watching the news on the bank robbery from early. Jon was leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.

"Just a few hours ago, the notorious serial killer known under the alias Delirious accompanied by three other men robbed the Los Santos. They detonated many bombs and shot innocent people, the death toll is currently at 37. As the four were escaping, Vanoss appeared with three new men. The four got away, and the police are currently searching for any traces of them," The news reporter delivered. The frame cut to a thin, blonde reporter. His badge read 'Bryce McQuaid'.

"What happened here today is very tragic, and we are doing everything we can to track down these villains. Our condolences go out to the families and friends of the fallen ones today." The news then shifts to a story on a celebrity love scandal.

Evan stepped forward and sits next to Jon on the couch. Jonathan turned around to face Evan.

"I didn't hear you come in," Jonathan said tiredly. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, Evan repressed a sigh at how adorable it was. Evan turned back to the TV, remembering the atrocities it just displayed.

"How shit's that robbery, hey?" Evan asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Yeah, it's pretty sad. Wonder where the robbers went," Jon said, his eyes averted to the ground. "I'm pretty tired, so I'm just gonna go to bed now, see you in the morning?"

"Yeah, I think Anthony wants us down at the office to do an article on what happened. Do you have photos from today?" Evan asked.

"Yeah, I was walking up the street as they drove away. I didn't get a photo of Delirious, but I did get some of Vanoss and his accomplices." Jonathan picked up his camera from the coffee table and turned it on. He flicked to his photos and showed Evan three photos he took. One was of Vanoss aiming his gun at the door, the next of Vanoss helped Moo off the ground, and the last was of the four men grouped together, talking.

"These are great shots, you have a real talent," Evan said, inspecting the photos closer. The way he was standing in each of the photos showed off his muscular physique. Evan was a bit bashful that these photos would be the ones that could potentially make the front page tomorrow.

Jon watched Evan stare in awe at the photos. In all honesty, Jon didn't set up the camera to take photos like he usually does. He just asked Luke to take the photos for him. Luke never likes to get involved in Jon's hidden life, but he will do little tasks like this for him. Jon and Luke sometimes spend days together just travelling Los Santos capturing little moments with their lenses.

"Thanks, I guess. I've been a photographer my whole life, I can barely remember not doing photography. So I've had a while to get used to it," Jon replied to Evan's compliment, even if it wasn't his own work.

"Wait, how old are you Jon? You don't look old enough for that to be a rude question," Evan asked.

"I'm 28. You said you were 24, right?" Jon answered. Evan nodded affirmative.

"Ok, I'm tired as fuck, so I'm gonna go to bed. Wake me up at 7:30 if I'm not already awake. Goodnight, Evan." Jon rose from the couch and left before he could here Evan's response. Once Jon reached his room he stripped down to his boxers, crawled under his covers and was out like a light.

Evan had always been an early riser, so when he woke up 6:30 he just laid still and stared at the ceiling. He finally dragged himself out of bed and pour himself a bowl of cereal. Once 7:00 rolled around, Evan washed up his dish, showered and got dressed into his office wear. He styled his hair and slapped on a tad of his favourite cologne.

Evan turned on the news to watch until 7:30 came about. Jonathan still wasn't awake so Evan approached his room and knocked on the door. No response. Evan turned the handle and entered the room.

Jonathan was lying face down, his covers pulled down to his waist, the bare expanse of his muscled back exposed. Evan stopped in his tracks, hypnotised by the way Jon's muscles moved as he breathed in and out, and in and out.

Evan took slow steps towards Jon, not really wanting to disturb the peaceful sight before him. However, Jon might be mad at Evan if he didn't wake him up. Evan gently shrugged his shoulder.

"Jonathan? You told me to wake you up. We need to leave soon," Evan said, loud enough to rouse Jon from his sleep. Jon nuzzled his pillow before looking up at Evan. Jon smiled softly.

"Hello darling, kindly never wake me up again," Jon said passive-aggressively.

"Woah, you're the one that told me to wake you up at 7:30," Evan defended, raising his hands.

"I suppose you're right," Jon huffed. He pulled back his covers and stood up. Evan tried to keep his eyes above Jon's waist, he really did.

"Um, I kinda have to get changed now, so if you could..." Jon trailed off, not meeting Evan's eyes.

"Oh, right sorry. I'll just be waiting in the living room," Evan stuttered, embarrassed. He quickly left the room, shutting the door as he left. Evan tried to level his head, remembering that Jon was still basically a stranger, only an acquaintance. However, Evan was starting to develop those silly butterflies he hasn't had since his middle school days.

Evan text the group, asking if they wanted him to gather more information on Delirious tonight. Evan spaced out at the TV while he was waiting for an answer. After ten minutes, his phone buzzed with a reply.

'If u want to, but do u want us 2 come with u this time?' Tyler replied in text talk slang.

'If u want,' Evan replied, before stuffing his phone back in his pocket. Evan heard Jon's footsteps growing closer, so he stood up to face him, guessing that it was time to head to the office.

Jon was still doing up his tie as he walked over to Evan.

"How do I look?" Jon asked , gesturing to his body. Evan tried to fight a blush.

"Fine, you look great, are we leaving now?" Evan questioned. Jon nodded.

"See, I think this one would look better in the centre, it's all of them together," Evan argued, swivelling slightly on his chair. Jon and Evan were arguing about which picture should go in the middle of the page, and which two should be put at the bottom.

"Friendship is nice and all, but Vanoss by himself is more recognisable. And you can't argue that his muscles are eye grabbing, you have to appeal to the female gaze here," Jon countered, gesturing to the picture of Vanoss standing by himself. Evan turned his face down to the photos to hide his new blush.

"Why don't we just get someone else's advice? Hey Marcel!" Evan suggested before shouting out to an African American man passing their office. The man in question halts in his tracks.

"Hey Evan, and...Jon? Did I get that right?" Marcel asked, finger gunning them both. Jon nodded in response. "Great, so what do you want?"

"Which photo would look better in full? I think the one of Vanoss and the newcomers would be better, but Jonathan thinks that Vanoss by himself would be better for his, and I quote, muscles," Evan asked, chuckling at the thought that Jon finds his muscular physique attractive.

Marcel hums, and rubs his chin in thought.

"I think the one of Vanoss by himself. He's more of a household name, no one is going to know the newcomers. Plus, Jon's right, Vanoss is hot. You don't need to be gay to admit that, you just need to have a working set of eyes. Catch ya later," Marcel briefly waves a hand at them before walking off.

"So it's settled, the portrait is going in the middle," Jon said, editing the picture to be in the centre of the page. "People just like seeing hot dudes, Evan. Pity you can't see his eyes in that mask, the eyes are the most alluring part on a man."

Evan was too busy staring down at his hands folded in his lap to realise that Jonathan was staring directly at him when he stated that.