For a man whose job is to preform for people, Andrew is very anxious when being looked at. Uncomfortable with his height, how he can never tame his mane, how he’s ageing. There’s so many little things he can point out. And you, as his lover, desperately try and reassure him of his beauty. Most recently, his ageing has been his biggest worry. The lines on his forehead, the suitcases under his eyes, the way his body is (he literally threw his back out last week). He’s scared for that first grey hair, and the stress of all the touring isn’t helping.

No matter how much you tell him how he’s ageing like the finest wine, he doesn’t believe it. It’s like he refuses to believe it… in the end, he’s in your bedroom, a few hours before he’s leaving for another tour looking at himself in the mirror. Finding every single sign of ageing.