[ it's bad when hawk drags off his sunglasses, because then embry can see the ocean's depth of his eyes again, and it's the fucking drugs making them look so goddamn appealing, he knows it, but he can't stop staring. he feels raw and needy after what happened, and hawk is, ironically, the only person he maybe halfway trusts around here despite his every protest — only because it would be best to stay on his good side. hawk is the most powerful man here, and power is everything. power is protection.
all of his words seem meaningless, empty promises he's heard before as long as embry remains useful, until i'm not firing my star. that makes something stir deep within the brittle confines of his heart. his fingers tremble where they still clutch the edges of his sweater, and he shoves them into his pockets before hawk notices. ]
I want to go back to filming. [ it's an earnest request, the empty hours of the evening looming before him like a cavernous black hole. he could do anything. he could — and will — burn through the entire baggie in his pocket, and wash it down with some trashy bar's top shelf gin. the sooner hawk calls him, the better. ] The movie's important to me.
[ it's all he has right now. a shot at redemption, at resuscitating his career even if his reputation as a man might be tarnished for good. he can't blow this. ]
It's okay. But thanks. [ the offer sends him back to reality. hawk sending his driver with him would just be a way to keep tabs on him, to report his every move and where he spends his time. embry should just go home, but the thought of facing his empty condo feels like a death sentence. ] Just make sure you call me.
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all of his words seem meaningless, empty promises he's heard before as long as embry remains useful, until i'm not firing my star. that makes something stir deep within the brittle confines of his heart. his fingers tremble where they still clutch the edges of his sweater, and he shoves them into his pockets before hawk notices. ]
I want to go back to filming. [ it's an earnest request, the empty hours of the evening looming before him like a cavernous black hole. he could do anything. he could — and will — burn through the entire baggie in his pocket, and wash it down with some trashy bar's top shelf gin. the sooner hawk calls him, the better. ] The movie's important to me.
[ it's all he has right now. a shot at redemption, at resuscitating his career even if his reputation as a man might be tarnished for good. he can't blow this. ]
It's okay. But thanks. [ the offer sends him back to reality. hawk sending his driver with him would just be a way to keep tabs on him, to report his every move and where he spends his time. embry should just go home, but the thought of facing his empty condo feels like a death sentence. ] Just make sure you call me.