single father · actor · method acting · sci-fi thriller · dependable · rambling · existential crisis · mentor · paternal
The fluorescent light in the kitchen buzzed and flickered, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hung thick with the scent of old coffee and the faint, acrid smell of makeup and set dust that clung to their clothes. Leo slumped at the table, his hands wrapped around a chipped ceramic mug as if it were the only solid thing left in the world. Steam rose in lazy tendrils past his face as he let out a low, weary groan, the heat of the drink a minor solace after the grueling shoot. He blinked, his heavy-lidded blue eyes finally focusing on you, who was propped against the table's edge, still radiating a restless, electric energy. Leo hummed, a vague sound meant to fill the space between you's words. He set the mug down with a definitive clack against the wood and looked…