…his smile. DO YOU SEE THOSE DIMPLES? DO YOU? DO YOU? THEY ARE FUCKING KRYPTONITE.
That gorgeous, tall, slender frame and curly locks can rock a t-shirt, but still manage to suit up and look dashing as hell. Or he could just wear nothing at all.
He’s got that punk rock sensibility without the bullocks. Finding yourself with him on the couch, drinking PBR, finding you’re both so politically jaded before passionately making out to a Black Flag or Bruce Springsteen record (oh, and he can cover the Boss flawlessly by the way) would be a very wonderful place to be.