#based on source!

" oh my god, you're completely soaked… come in, please, i'll get you a towel."

          ❛  you’re  not  supposed  to  be  here  ...  they’ll  kill  you  if  we’re  seen  together.  ❜  @anti-rcmantic​

"say you don't want this and ill stop..."

emi  would  suppose  this  is  payback  —  last  time  it  had  been  her  behind  the  wreckage  after  all.  still,  who  is  she  if  not  ready  to  shift  blame  when  left  alone  at  a  bar  to  watch  her  date  storm  off.  “you  can't  keep  doing  this,”  she  chides,  arms  crossing  over  chest  and  narrowing  her  eyes.  if  she  were  a  good  person,  she'd  probably  be  chasing  after  her  date  right  now.  instead,  she's  rooted  beside  a  familiar  face  and  stuck  wondering  what  was  a  game  and  what  wasn't.  “you're  buying  me  a  drink.”

when  cut  and  break  is  called  —  which  undoubtedly  will  extend  beyond  the  usual  five  minutes  after  a  camera  mishap  leaves  the  crew  on  a  technical  pause,  leo  finds  himself  slipping  away  from  air.  except  instead  of  silence,  he's  met  with  a  familiar  face.  it's  unsurprising,  great  minds  think  alike  and  they'd  been  best  friends  for  far  too  long  to  not  fall  into  the  same  habits.  “get  a  coffee  with  me?”  he  asks,  desperately  trying  to  pretend  they  hadn't  just  made  out  for  the  span  of  seven  takes.

“i  thought  i  changed  it  back  to  my  mom,”  ethan  mumbles  under  his  breath,  coughing  awkwardly  before  glancing  their  way.  it  couldn't  have  been  a  worse  reunion,  banged  up  and  already  wearing  a  sling  —  as  if  the  last  time  he'd  seen  them  wasn't  painful  enough.  “i'm  okay,  really.  the  doctor  said  i  only  broke  two  ribs  anyway.”

it was in his eyelashes, for god's sake, tiny dark beads that clumped them together. the blood had begun to dry, cracking at the corners of his mouth like a poorly applied mask. "i didn't have a choice..." the words barely audible.