"I had to move. Do you have any idea how hard that is?" He started to drag Hartley over to the couch and then yanked the other down on top of him. The food and sketches were still accessible from the coffee table. "There's the drawing of your ass." His hands went up and he idly felt the real thing himself, amusing that he could even do this with someone so handsome and awesome. "I think I got a good representation of it."