The set of Jimmy Kimmel Live is buzzing with energy, the audience clapping and cheering as Drew sits in the guest chair, looking effortlessly charming in a sleek black suit. He flashes his signature grin, brushing a hand through his hair as he talks animatedly about his new role in Queer, his excitement palpable.

“You know, Drew,” Jimmy says, leaning forward with that mischievous glint in his eye, “this role is a big deal. The fans are absolutely eating it up—but they’ve also been very curious about your personal life lately.”

Drew chuckles nervously, shifting in his seat. “Oh no, here we go,” he says with a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jimmy grins as a photo appears on the screen behind them—a candid, dimly lit shot of you and Drew in a heated kiss in an alley, his hands tangled in your hair while yours are gripping his shirt. The audience erupts into cheers and laughter, and Drew’s jaw drops.

“Oh, come on!” Drew exclaims, laughing as he buries his face in his hands. “Where did you even get that?”

Jimmy smirks. “The internet is undefeated, my friend. So... care to explain?”

Drew leans back in his chair, clearly flustered but trying to play it cool. “Okay, first of all, she’s gonna kill me for this,” he says, pointing at the photo as the crowd laughs again. “Second of all... yeah, alright. Yes, we’re dating.”

The audience bursts into cheers, and Drew shakes his head, grinning despite himself. “Thanks a lot, Jimmy,” he adds, though there’s no real annoyance in his tone. “Now I have to deal with this when I get home.”

Jimmy laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Hey, the people wanted to know! And for what it’s worth, you two look great together.”

Drew’s smile softens as he glances back at the photo. “Yeah, well... she’s pretty great,” he admits, his voice quieter but full of affection. “Even if she is going to yell at me for confirming it on live television.”

The crowd coos at his words, and Jimmy nods approvingly. “That’s the kind of love we like to see around here.”