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Not for the first time, there is a star out during daylight - Lito will never get used to how the other man shines, even when the weather rivals him; Hernando is always light.
“ Hello, baby. ” An endearment accompanied by a wide smile; Lito’s fingers brush against his own watch once Hernando fastens it on, the relief nearly palpable. Filming the rest of his scenes will be easy, now.
“ It is warm, I know - would you prefer my trailer? ” The actor knows very well how much Hernando dislikes true heat – it’s amazing the man has lasted so long, but Lito isn’t complaining on that front. “ You’re squinting. How well can you even see me? ” Free fingers find their way, briefly, to Hernando’s face while the actor laughs; Lito has never been good at pretending not to care for this man, which had always been a part of their secret’s problem.
“ Come on, querido. Let me get you out of the sun. ”
the pavement seethed with a preternatural sort of warmth that one would more likely associate with the ebbing heat from an open oven, than well worn cement walkways. there was to be no respite from it unless they were to scurry for the creature comforts afforded by air conditioning. he raises no qualms with the suggestion, hardly one to put up a front of defiance when the edges of his collar had taken to dampening considerably from perspiration. linger any longer, and hernando might be led on with the inclination to leave for home altogether.
“have they filmed your parts yet?” likely not, given the proclivity for his beau to bring production to a standstill when rendered upset by the minutiae of erroneous details; in this case, his watch. as they walk along, he regards the expanse of the studio lot with some faint interest. there’s appreciation for the work that went into the creative process here, regardless of the millions being invested to monetize the art itself. merit pervades in the talent of those who raised grandiose dreams and aspirations into realization. he will not deny the people here of that.
he keeps a firm tether on lito’s hand, lacing his own fingers between the void of the man’s own. “we can head into your set, if they still need you. don’t worry about me, baby. i can cope. it’s not too bad. “














