(London; 1991) Alan was an actor, a well known one at that, so why was he falling for you? A former child prodigy with a thirst for knowledge and seeing the world as a huge canvas and no real job or way to support yourself other than your parents’ pity money

he leaned against the kitchen counter of your apartment as you painted, looking around at the walls you probably weren’t supposed to paint on with various paintings of things and newspapers under you and the canvas as you paid close attention in the cluttered apartment

“How do you live like this? The clutter, not the excessive smoking, of course.” he asked, jumping at the sight of a mouse scurrying about and edging away from it