Anthony paused for a bit. He still wasn't sure...he would be eventually. He then slowly stood with his mug of coffee and walked back to the kitchen as he drank down the rest of it and he filled the mug with beer. "You homeless? No family to run to?"

He frowned, but looked up at him and nodded his head, "Yeah, they kicked me out after I turned eighteen."

Anthony looked over at the younger male on the couch hearing the response. "I take it your parents weren't so big on the art industry." he said, casually making his way back to sit beside the other male.

"Not really, no. They said that being a artist was a dead proffesion, and that I'd likely end up homeless," He said, looking down between his legs, evidently still hurt by his parents actions.

Anthony blinked seeing that it was upsetting the male more and more as he talked about it. He reached over and patted the younger male on the knee. "If it makes you feel any better, my parents didn't really agree with this either."

He smiled at him, enjoying the pat. "Thank you. It makes me feel a little better hearing that."

Anthony continued to stare at the youth at his side. He was still a little suspicious of him, though he had to admit it felt refreshing that the kid was actually in a similar boat that he was, with the lack of parental connections. Anthony's parents wanted him to go lawyer school, but he dropped out half-way in his first semester when he started getting deeper into his art that his richy-rich parents considered merely a "hobby". At first, it was just to piss them off and he even did a few homosexual art pieces depicting couples embracing, kissing, and even engaging in intercourse, his parents being the religious people that they were and Anthony himself considering himself to be bisexual at the time. He then got noticed by a "specialist" who thought his art was saying more than what Anthony was trying to, which was purely just lashing out at the "system", and he was offered a deal with his own studio and website to promote his art. That gave birth to his career.

He slowly rose from the couch once more and walked toward the hallway leading to the bedroom, bathroom, and his art room. "Come here...I want to show you something." he said as he walked, more like shuffled.

He nodded his head, standing up to follow him. He bit his bottom lip, not saying a word, as he looked at the hallway, wondering where they were going. He was a bit excited, but terribly scared of accidently embarrasing himself.

Anthony opened the door to his art room, also where he kept the paintings he had finished and had not put up for sale yet. He leaned on the doorway and motioned the young artist to go inside. "Go ahead...look around." he said.

Alex blushed, but nodded his head, walking in the room. Seeing all the paintings, he paused by each one, studying them, amazed at the talent.