And so, the muffin.
It was a small gesture, but its effect was immeasurable. Weighed down by the thralls of this new dilemma, that one little text managed to keep his mind from spiraling out of control. Asking what he wanted for breakfast: it was so normal, so simple. He focused on that muffin, making it the rock of his sanity. He woke up, both dreading the reality of the situation and looking forward to that damn muffin.
He woke up at five for makeup and lines, sure to have only coffee for now. He drank and read while Hair prepped him and costumes for that day’s scenes were wheeled out for him to throw on. He was sitting in the stylist’s chair when a brown paper bag plopped itself onto the vanity in front of him.
“Good morning!” Finn was as chipper and sunny as ever. Still, Ethan could
