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I put the camera back down, signaling to the crew that I need a quick minute. I approach his chair, crossing my arms when I get close enough for him to hear my whispered tone.
“I know you feel like you need to monitor the shoot to make sure we get everything we need to, but you told me I could do this and now I need you to let me,” I explain, pushing myself to inflict confidence in my words.
“You can’t expect me to go home and not know how things go here. I’m still responsible for this,” he tries to fight, the last of his strength clinging to the words as he says them.
“I didn’t say you had to leave…why don’t you go lay in your office? I will come when we are done with this and you can see the proofs?” I offer a solution hoping he will take it as a way to get some rest and not as me trying to get rid of him.
He hesitates, pondering the choice and weighing his options. Trying to release control. I touch his arm in an attempt to convince him in another way since my words aren’t enough yet. I need him to trust me.
The sigh leaves his lips and I almost don’t hear him mutter “okay” before he is getting up from his seat and walking away. I want to help him get there since his body seems so weak but I know that would be pushing my luck.
Once I know he is out of earshot, I turn back to the crew.
“Alright team, things are going to be a little different today. We need to maintain the vibe you have shown BK through the other days so keep bringing that.”
Seeing them all looking to me for direction, confirmation, and inspiration is a feeling I have never had before. It hits me like a tidal wave.
“Let’s get it done team…then we can get outta here early,” I promise. We spring into action, I lift the camera to my eye and see everything as he does. I can feel the magic and joy pulsing through my finger as I click the shutter again.
AsmuchasIhad hoped we would finish our shot list early, my transitions were clunky and slow. Thankfully, we didn’t run over so at least I don’t have to worry about the whole crew hating me for holding them hostage longer than planned.
I shut the door in BK’s office softly before pushing my back to it, inhaling more air into my lungs as if I haven’t taken a breath all day. My body still buzzing with adrenaline.
The sight of him resting on the couch makes me thankful he hasn’t been in here pouting that I told him to buzz off. His hair is sprawled across the arm of the couch, and his beanie is on the floor like it tumbled off his head. His arms are wrapped tightly around a pillow as if he needed to feel like he was cuddled against someone.
I really don’t want to wake him up, but I told him we would look through the proofs from today. I also had Ryan drop by with some soup in the hopes if he hasn’t eaten, that this will brighten his mood.
My knees land next to the couch softly and I touch his hand hoping that will stir him awake. It feels more intimate than the last time I was in here, also on my knees but touching him in a much different way. With very different parts of our bodies.
He doesn’t open his eyes, but his hand twitches a bit. I move my hand to his shoulder, jostling him slightly afraid to wake him in a panic. His eyes slowly open and he looks like he has been sleeping for years. His grip on the pillow loosens, allowing it to fluff back to its original state.
I watch his legs lengthen as he stretches, the back of his hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Hey, sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up but I have the proofs from today. We can wait and look at them tomorrow if you want. I’m sure you’re not up for dealing with shoot stuff right now.”
He shakes his head slowly. “It’s fine, I can do it now. Just need to take a piss real quick,” he explains as he pushes himself off the couch and makes quick work of getting to the bathroom. I can feel the heat radiating off the couch where he just moved from, a musky scent of sweat tickling my nose.
You know how sometimes there are those scents that everyone thinks are bad but secretly we all love?
Gasoline.
The sweat of a man after a hard day's work.
Something is inviting, and almost lovely, about the scent of BK right now and it is confusing as heck.
I hear the toilet flush and get myself off the floor but not wanting to sit where he was just laying. I awkwardly perch myself on the arm of the couch like a parrot on a pirate. Carter wants a cracker.
BK exits the bathroom with more color in his face. The rest, and now getting his body moving, working wonders on him. He makes his way to the desk and it’s then that I remember I had put soup on it when I got here. He pauses, looking at it with either a look of disgust or confusion. Like he has never been served soup before when he is sick.
I can’t imagine him coming from a family who didn’t do soup, couch surfing, and back rubs. Then again, not a whole lot is known about his family due to his code name. I mean, we know his real name, that didn’t take long to leak, but there is still a lot of mystery surrounding his family.
He boots up his computer, letting its cooling system fan fill the void of silence, and then I realize how awkward I am being.
“It’s soup,” I blurt. “From the Orion, I wasn’t sure if you would be up to eating after the day you have had so I had Ryan bring some over. It’s fine if you throw it out,” I barely finish my thought before he interrupts me. He does that a lot and it’s kinda starting to get on my nerves.
“It’s great, thanks. I am hungry but afraid anything added to my stomach will cause…issues. I’ll try it though,” he says, appeasing me like a child being told 'great job' on the worst art project ever.
“Right, okay. Here is the memory card. I brought the camera in here too because I wasn’t sure if you need to do anything with it after a session.”
