Andy spends a lot of time with a camera jammed in his face. He’s an incredibly good sport about it, but I’m pretty sure there are days where he just wants to hide the damn thing so I can’t yell at him, “THE LIGHTING IS PERFECT, DON’T MOVE” when he’s lying around in bed. I can’t help myself, he’s got great bone structure, the lucky git.

Also, I need a job. Hire me, anyone! I’m good at stalking people with cameras, apparently.