Clothes. Right. Clothes were good for pictures. So he was told anyway. He was wary of getting attached but part of him knew it was too late. He already was. Tim was taming the first people he thought about when he woke up and one he looked forward to seeing the most during the day. He could be himself around him and wasn't expected to be any different. Tim just accepted him even though he wasn't his Kon. That had to say something didn't it? "Mr. Photographer?" He couldn't help but laugh. "Flattery will get you everywhere. "He mused as he helped him put his stuff down.
Connors room was nice enough at least but he wanted one of his own for stuff like this. Maybe he'd pass the idea onto his friend later. A two bed room place. He generally liked living with him, having someone he knew close by put his nerves at ease. He didn't have to worry how much about how he was doing, he could just go into the other room and check for himself.
"That's not what this is about. It's just going to be natural. Besides you don't need any. You look good the way you are..." Better with the shirt off. He looked him over and reached a hand out to touch his chest. "Artistic crap." Get muttered with a slight smirk. Basically the under tone was not to question it. "You sit here." Oh he noticed all those little details, the way he dressed and the way he moved. He tried to convince himself he needed to touch him to put him where he thought he'd look the best. "Thought we'd start here. Just you know..act natural. I'll take care of the rest '" his hand was still on his chest, he got caught up just looking at him and for a moment fell quiet.