Still Falling Apart || Brian & Alyssa.
If there was one thing Brian Kerr hated more than people walking on eggshells around him, it was people walking on eggshells around him and whispering behind his back. He stared through the glass panel at the producer and his assistant muttering behind their hands. He was sure he’d seen them glancing at him from the corner of their eye every now and then. He sighed and rubbed at his eyes with a hand, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to get out of here. Every second felt like a year, and he was certain that if he stayed here he’d go crazy.
From the moment he'd woken up that morning, Brian had wanted to crawl right back into bed. He'd considered not showing up at all but he'd promised that he'd be in today... and the thought of staying home and drowning in his thoughts wasn't very appealing.
Man, did he need a drink.
Aware of a sudden silence closing in on him, he looked up and realised he'd let too much time pass between whatever it was Alyssa had said last and quickly cleared his throat, eager to get this show over with. "Uh, sorry about that folks.... technical difficulties! Anyway, that’s all from us New York. It was fun hanging with you..." This was where Brian trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging and going very quiet as he stared at his hands. He just didn't want to be here anymore, but he didn't want to take time off. Wouldn't that just be admitting that there was something wrong with him? That he was still depressed and nothing had changed at all? He wouldn't do that. If they fired him, then fine, but until then this was how it was going to be. He stood up suddenly, striding out of the room without any explanation, just like he'd done a few times before. He didn't even bother to look at Alyssa, who he assumed would wrap it up. He just needed to get the fuck out of there before he exploded.
Out in the hall, he paused, pleased that it was empty for the time being. He stood there for a few moments, collecting his thoughts and willing himself to calm down before he turned and made his way down the hall towards the exit. He needed some air. It was too stuffy inside, too hot... he was going to go mad.