Three's A Crowd

Twenty | My Dedication, To My Inspiration, As Motivation

Third Person's POV:

After the little talk with Sebastian and having arrangements with Chris, you two set off for New Mexico and have been there for... six days now. And yes, I counted. You have already paid a visit to the set to help around (Sebastian couldn't go in, obviously) and it looks like an action movie in your perspective. Props lie around everywhere, from the hang wires contrasting vastly with the bright green surrounding screen, to probably-real dusty gray debris cracking up on the ground, to the makeshift brownstone buildings and test cars filled with little remote-controlled bombs. There was no doubt it was an action movie.

Sebastian's plane set off for Romania at 5 in the morning (beats me why he picked such an early time to leave) and Chris, naturally, had accompanied you and Sebastian 'til his departure, afterwards having plans of you heading straight to the studio, bright and early on set for fitting and rehearsals.

You remember telling Chris over the phone that it took a hell lot of convincing for Seb to finally agree and warm up to the fact that you'll be helping Chris around and not him, but everything's alright now. Sebastian wasn't the greedy type. Oh no, you two knew the Romanian actor like you knew the back of your hand. It just felt... weird is all.

Chris sits beside you, hands on the steering wheel as you two drive to the studio as the quiet play of the car radio is accompanied by the occasional sniffles and hesitant blows on cotton tissue paper. You didn't like being left, seeing someone walk away from you. It didn't matter if it was for a whole month or a single week, you get all sappy and sad about someone leaving you behind. And for your best friend of eighteen years (I counted again) to give you a sad smile before walking away?

Yeah, you most likely had broken down crying in the car, surprising yourself even for making it that far without shedding a single tear, sadness just radiating off of you Chris felt just as miserable.

Now, Chris, oh Christopher Robert Evans, God bless that man, being the big golden retriever puppy he is, comforting you the whole way through, asking no questions nor hesitating to give you a hug when he saw that you needed physical closure. It was like having a literal comfort puppy around. You were already at the parking lot, but you two didn't step out yet. Chris just unbuckled his seatbelt and let you cry little tears away. You were trying so hard to blow away all the snot and make yourself look like a presentable human being before going to the studio, but it felt like forever to get that done.

Chris stares at you worriedly, the little rubs on your back not easing away any of the sadness like he had hoped. "Hey, you can go back to the hotel if you wanna skip the shoot today. Today's just fitting and rehearsal anyway, so it'll be alright if you don't come around."

You looked up at him, raising your head in disbelief, your eyes a little swollen from the burn your salty tears had brought. "Today's the first day of shooting Chris," you sniffled, throwing the used tissue in the paper bag you had with you, filled in with other tissues and the three empty Starbucks cups from the hours before. "We can't miss it..."

"First day of shooting for Tom Hiddleston and Jeremy Renner, it's okay if you skip today hon."

Your ears perked up at the oh-so-familiar name of the British actor. You definitely had no idea Tom frickin' Hiddleston was there. And Jeremy Renner too! You sat up straight, a confused look replacing the frown you had etched on your face only moments before. "Tom Hiddleston and Jeremy Renner are on set?"

"Yeah, does that make you feel any better on comin' to set?" Chris smirked, glancing down at you. You ducked your head down and blushed, muttering a quiet 'no'. Chris laughed as he reaches at the backseat to grab both his and your bag.