#jupiter3001.

" i'm following your lead. " but he's relaxed. they're not shooting. but she's thinking; constantly, every moment, about it. planning ahead. he was taking this seriously too -- working later to make sure he wasn't stiff on screen, that he wasn't being too theatric, and that his tone felt real. " but we have a minute. do you want to sit? "

" you know -- " he shifts a little bit, from foot to foot, and thinks of all the ways that he can say this without making her mad and without making himself sound like he's trying to police how she acts. " -- i don't think you had to be that mean to them. "

           “  what do you think you know?  “ 

          “  first of all,  that is not how i work.  “ 

          he sees the look on their face.  in a quick rewind of the way he had approached this,  there were probably some creepy vibes.  really,  he was just invested in helping people find the perfect pet.  “  oh  --  i volunteer here.  “  his outfit is a suit,  coming fresh off a meeting.  “  --  i know all the animals.  “  really know them,  as he could get the general gist of their feelings.  but he does not add that part in.  instead,  he offers an easygoing smile.