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Despite upcoming drama in the script, Monday morning Liam is as cheery and chipper as ever in between takes. Alex wants to kick him as he paces by his chair again, because his constant need to move is distracting as f**k.
“Stop,” he says shortly when Liam circles him on his third time around a winding, circuitous, and strangely unwavering route.
Thankfully, he does. Less thankfully, he stops right in front of Alex.
“You’re not in a good mood,” Liam says carefully.
“Is that a statement or a question?”
“What’s wrong?” Liam asks.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Alex says shortly.
“Bullshit. You’ve been glaring at me for like the last twenty minutes and I don’t think I did anything wrong?”
Alex sighs. “It’s not you,” he admits, as fun as it would be to blame this day on Liam.
“Boy troubles?” L
