Andrew Hozier-Byrne in the kitchen of your shared home, cooking up a storm. It just smells incredible, and now your whole home smells of what he’s cooking. When you walk in, you’re reminded of just how delicious your lover looks, never main what he’s cooking, maybe you’ll just have him for dinner. He stands at the counter top, in joggers and one of his old vests, that’s it, his arms and bits of his chest on full display. Not just that, but his glasses are perched on his nose and his hair is tied up in a loose low ponytail. He just isn’t real.

Andrew: “hey… smells good, right?”