Better. Yes. Yes, it was better and Evan hadn't even known it had required improving in the first place. But his eyes widened slightly at Andrew as the shirt came off. That was not an unpleasant sight and as much as Evan had wanted to touch Andrew before, he certainly wanted to now. Andrew looked... really fucking nice, actually, to the point where Evan almost got too distracted just staring at the line so of muscle as it moved underneath Andrew's skin. He kind of wanted to have his tongue trace the movement, but stopped himself before he did actually just lick Andrew in a way which doubtfully would have come across as particularly sexy.
Instead, Evan pulled his own shirt off, which took longer than Andrew's because Evan had to pause to carefully lift his shirt, since he had no particular desire to damage his shoulder any further. Evan strongly doubted that his physique was in any way a match to how Andrew looked, mostly because Evan honestly could not be fucked to work out in order to gain more muscle than necessary for lifting stuff and not being unhealthy. So, like. He walked. That counted. Except right now Evan wondered if perhaps he should have made more effort. Then again, he had not anticipated this situation and to be perfectly honest, even if he had, Evan still disliked the idea of actual exercise. He doubted his lack of well toned muscle was going to be the end-all here since he had successfully manage to get this far.
So Evan let his hands run over Andrew's ribs, as his fingers explore the other guy's body. It felt both warm and strong underneath Evan's touch and he found himself incredibly keen on studying it closer, except that also probably wasn't the sexiest of things to do, so instead, Evan leaned in to bite Andrew's shoulder lightly because that, Evan was pretty convinced, was pretty fucking sexy and even if it wasn't it was completely Andrew's fault for having shoulders that looks so good that Evan wanted to put his mouth on them.