I swear California was trying to kill us. I walked outside last week and genuinely thought my eyelashes were going to burn off. This weather feels like a gift from the gods compared to the heat dome of doom. I’m not opposed to the idea of staying here until summer decides to calm down. Greece has shade, actual air, and I haven’t felt like a rotisserie chicken once since landing. That’s enough reason to relocate in my book.

Well it's a relief to know I'm not the only one. From what I've seen, everyone else seems to be in agreement without saying so. And I know it's been a few days now, how is that rotisserie chicken craving coming along? Still enjoying the olive oils with bread and sea food delights? I do believe my taste for wine has exceeded from my previous preference.

Private: You have been a good roomie and I think we both respected each other's boundaries. I'm shocked we didn't end up with two women in our room at the same time. Maybe tonight?

[ PRIVATE ]

Sebastian had barely stepped into the lobby when he spotted a familiar silhouette at the check‑in counter. He blinked, then let out a quiet laugh under his breath.

Hearing his name when out in public wasn't out of the normal for him, though he is never sure if he'll ever kick the tensing of his stomach from the short anxiety spike when it happens. Unsure if it'll start a rush and a battery drain, or something far more casual and quick. Sebastian's face puts him at ease immediately, and he laughs to throw an arm in a side-hug around his fellow Marvel castmate.

Sometimes I think of a new stunt and I have to remind myself I'm not as young as I used to be.

A sentiment I understand completely. I keep having to remind myself the creaky knees are natural the older I get, and landing from a high jump adds a bit more of a lay off than what I would normally like.