[ this is good. he doesn't actually want to know hawk the way the girls on set contort themselves to their best angles every time he passes by — luckily, embry has only good angles — but he wants to know the minute details, the tiny little secrets that make up the myth of the man. the more he uncovers, the better chance he has of stumbling upon something he can use to his benefit. it's only a matter of time before hawk fucks him over just like every other suit in this goddamn industry, and embry wants to be ready. vivienne moore would like to think she instilled such a ruthless sense of self-preservation into her only son, but it hadn't been her, but morgan, to teach him the art of being a coldblooded asshole — although his dear stepsister still does it better, only because she knows what it's like to have it just as bad. ]

There's still time to find religion and make your parents proud. I knew a guy —

[ he stops himself, abruptly appalled that he would bring up ash so casually, a sore spot from his past. it's all easily googleable, his brief but intense dalliance with the nobody actor he'd publicly outed along with himself, though he'd been less concerned about his rampant promiscuity than ash's sudden shove into the spotlight. they'd crumbled after that, because embry wouldn't leave a job that was making him miserable. vivienne moore had buried his grief-induced antics after that, which involved enough drugs and alcohol to kill a horse, and morgan asleep at his bedside at the lake house after he had his stomach pumped.

he tucks his ankle beneath his knee, folding the handkerchief into a messy square and shoving it into his front pocket, blood and all. ]

He kept a Bible by his bed. [ he shrugs, flashing another brief smile. ] It saw everything.

[ fuck. he doesn't need hawk walking him to his trailer like he's a dog on a leash, but to protest would look suspicious. he pretends to think about his mother, his gaze flitting around while he actually wracks his brain for a plan to get his drugs out. ]

Trying to woo my manager now? [ he swings between vivienne moore being his manager or his mother depending on the situation, and right now she's a blend of both — especially if hawk is interested. ] She likes Tiffany plates. And knowing her son has safety and privacy, but not as much as Tiffany plates. I got her a mirror from Paris once and she really liked that. Liked it so much I think it's in storage. It might go nice in your office. I got her a tennis bracelet — I can just go run and grab it. I'll be back before the medic gets here. I mean, it's pretty valuable.