[are there things embry could us to his advantage? probably. his health, for starters - though tracking his hidden doctor's appointments doesn't seem particularly advantageous - neither does ratcheting up his stress levels until his blood pressure rockets and takes him out or worst knocks him unconscious. hawk's hidden it well enough that smith doesn't even know, and frankly his mantra thus far has been what doesn't kill him just makes him stronger. dealing with the bullshit in this industry? has made him incredibly strong. there's no sordid history, no tales of affairs or casting couches or being a tyrant on set. hawk is demanding, sure, but within reason - and always for the good of everyone's livelihood. at the end of the day it is a business, which is unfortunately the priority - only because he's not so naive to believe that something as disney-delivered as making magic on the big screen is going to keep a roof over everyone's head, even if it's part of the passion for it.
but hawk also has a knack for seeing those same cracks in everyone else - for finding their weaknesses sometimes before they know it in themselves. it's part of his job, but that's not why he learned how to do it so long ago - it was for his own protection. now it's for everyone else's. so colour him surprised when embry mentions a guy - wondering if it's the same guy (what was his name again? a one hit wonder - ) that blast him as one of the first bisexuals in hollywood in a time when it wasn't exactly transparent. now he's got his pick of men and women, and plenty of fire where there's smoke from the tabloids - though hawk knows plenty of those stories are planted for good pr anyway. embry's? probably not always.
his brows raise in overdone surprise, shaking his head slightly before stubbing out the remnants of his cigarette in the ash tray that's hidden in an open draw on the other side of his desk.]
Everything? Seems kind of risky, depending on what kind of life he lived. Take Tim for example - my PA? He'd probably be fine - about as straight edge as they come, goes to Church every week, the whole nine yards. Good kid.
[kid he says, like it's not just a mere ten years or so between all their ages.]
Me - I don't think my father would ever be proud, even if I had an exorcism.
[not that he sounds upset by the fact, shrugging and tipping up to read his expression. there's still something he can't put his finger on about this whole interaction, this event - he'd expected a tantrum, a threat of quitting, christ, maybe even a call from his mother (manager) by now. he shakes his head though - both at the idea of a mirror in here and embry going on his own.]
I want to see the damage for myself. And - I don't want you walking in there alone. We've had enough surprises for one day, yeah?
[it really is for his safety, and because maybe hawk doesn't fully trust the cops or anyone else to suss out anything awry before he does. he kicks his feet back down, putting both hands on the arm rest and rising while smoothing out his double-breasted jacket and buttoning it in one smooth motion.]
Come on. We'll make it fast before the medic gets here.
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but hawk also has a knack for seeing those same cracks in everyone else - for finding their weaknesses sometimes before they know it in themselves. it's part of his job, but that's not why he learned how to do it so long ago - it was for his own protection. now it's for everyone else's. so colour him surprised when embry mentions a guy - wondering if it's the same guy (what was his name again? a one hit wonder - ) that blast him as one of the first bisexuals in hollywood in a time when it wasn't exactly transparent. now he's got his pick of men and women, and plenty of fire where there's smoke from the tabloids - though hawk knows plenty of those stories are planted for good pr anyway. embry's? probably not always.
his brows raise in overdone surprise, shaking his head slightly before stubbing out the remnants of his cigarette in the ash tray that's hidden in an open draw on the other side of his desk.]
Everything? Seems kind of risky, depending on what kind of life he lived. Take Tim for example - my PA? He'd probably be fine - about as straight edge as they come, goes to Church every week, the whole nine yards. Good kid.
[kid he says, like it's not just a mere ten years or so between all their ages.]
Me - I don't think my father would ever be proud, even if I had an exorcism.
[not that he sounds upset by the fact, shrugging and tipping up to read his expression. there's still something he can't put his finger on about this whole interaction, this event - he'd expected a tantrum, a threat of quitting, christ, maybe even a call from his mother (manager) by now. he shakes his head though - both at the idea of a mirror in here and embry going on his own.]
I want to see the damage for myself. And - I don't want you walking in there alone. We've had enough surprises for one day, yeah?
[it really is for his safety, and because maybe hawk doesn't fully trust the cops or anyone else to suss out anything awry before he does. he kicks his feet back down, putting both hands on the arm rest and rising while smoothing out his double-breasted jacket and buttoning it in one smooth motion.]
Come on. We'll make it fast before the medic gets here.