the air is getting cold

ADDIE: uhhh what is this i hear about not getting invited to your pizza date with aaron ??????

ADDIE: i am OFFENDED

ADDIE: who loves pizza more than me ????

ADDIE: okay probably a lot of people but i don't appreciate being EXCLUDED

SASHA: word travels fast on sets

SASHA: it's originally meant to be a boy thing?

SASHA: can you wear a fake mustache and a baseball cap?

SASHA: I'm still super disappointed you wouldn't join us to see Ant Man. It's pretty hard to get so many tickets at once, you know.

SASHA: But, if the problem is you haven't seen 1 yet, we can happily oblige and let you in on mine and Aaron's private guy hang out.

aaron grinned at his costar, pulling on the scrub top so his torso was covered again – he’d had more shirtless scenes in the first season of paloma general than he’d had in the entirety of his time on afterlife. “oh, you’re just begging for our trainers to behead us, aren’t you?” he replied with a chuckle. “cheryl found out about my secret candy stash and i swear, i’ve never seen her go so red – not even after a ridiculously intense work out. but you know i’m always down for pizza. like, you don’t even have to ask; just give me ‘the nod’ and i’ll automatically assume we’re going to get food.”

“At this point, I’m just thankful I’m too old to play any sort of super hero. They’re expected to look like they’re molded out of marble and this is pressuring enough as it is.” Not that he usually was that big of a slacker - never really had the chance to be - although it was possibly the payback they deserved in the industry. Sasha let out a long breath, one hand dropping to his stomach as if to measure how much he’d been holding in, and whether it was safe or not to actually get a pizza. “I’m nodding with every part of me that could nod right about now. Maybe we’ll just ask for an extra-thin crust. And skip out on the beer that usually accompanies one of those.” He was still smiling even as he turned his back on Aaron, tugging his not-quite-a-shirt off him, ready to hand it back to wardrobe. “Unless you’ve got any extra shooting to get done. I know a place nearby - they’re usually pretty good at keeping fans out when I ask.”

His voice made her pause, thumb stalling briefly over the screen of her phone. She’d wondered when this time would come - It was inevitable that they’d have to talk but it was something she had actively avoided since he joined Paloma.

Sloane looked up, closing out Twitter without looking, eyes meeting his for the first time in a long time. He looked tired but that wasn’t what he had asked. “Usually the kind with whipped cream,” she quipped, fingers reaching out for the extra drink he held, “but this’ll do. Thank you.” 

She stared at the drink, fingers rolling the skewer resting atop holding those cherries he remembered she liked. “So, Alex, how have you been?”

“It’s really the fact that there’s a cherry in it what makes the drink matter, isn’t it?” Voice remained friendly, although he made sure not to tack-on any extra fake cheerfulness that could cause anyone to call him out on it. After all, so much time had passed that he could only assume most ill feelings were dead and buried. Or so one could hope.