Tavis started talking in a rush of words the second the other man picked up. "You've got to get over here now! I'm going totally insane! Can't sleep, can't get these images out of my head! Oh. My. God. I need you!" He groaned dratically, leaning almost far back enough in his chair to tip it. He sat in his studio like he had been for days, leaving it in more of a whirlwind than usual. Tavis even called in sick from his real job to deal with his inspiration, but he officially reached the end of his limits waiting. He didn't even fucking care. He needed his model!