Patrick missed you.

Going pro right after graduating had seemed like a good idea at the time. No supervision, no rules, no commitment, what more could a freshly eighteen year old want?

But that was before he met you.

He’d met you on one of his first visits to see Art, and he was a goner. You were funny and smart and insanely hot. How could anyone not like you? It was fine for a while, when the relationship was strictly casual, just a fun guaranteed hook-up when he was in town. But feelings quickly got involved and suddenly he actually wants to be exclusive with you, and now he’s stuck on the road with nothing but his hand for company.

He misses you on the road. He misses all the cringey, romantic stuff too, obviously, but above all else, he misses getting to be with you. Phone calls and texts exist, but nothing is quite like getting to see you all pretty and flushed, in nothing but a pair of your pretty underwear. His memory alone can’t stand up to the real thing.

The only time he isn’t insanely frustrated is when he actually gets to see you on one of his rare visits.

“Y’know, I was thinking…” He starts, all casual and cool as he looks down at his hand, gently scratching along your arm while you do some kind of work on your laptop, purposefully not meeting your eyes. “I get so lonely when I'm on the road, and I mean, you must too… It’s not the same trying to get off when I can't see you…”

He glances up at you through his lashes, giving you his best version of puppy eyes while he tries to hide his grin, all over-zealous and eager, completely Patrick.

“I just thought that maybe… Since Art lent me that polaroid camera while I'm here, we could take some.. Photo’s..” He says vaguely, his intention clear. He's trying to look unfussed as he shrugs a little, playing with your fingers absently as he considers how best to sell the idea.

“It’ll be good, something to look at while I'm away… You can take some of me too..! Just tell me how to pose Baby, I'll do it.”