“WHERE THE HELL HAVE you been?” Paul demands when Alex finally walks in the door. He’s been waiting in sight of the door and front windows with steadily increasing levels of anxiety all evening
Alex gives Paul a look that’s angry in a way he never is for the camera. “Victor banned me from set, so I went climbing and am very lucky not to be dead right now. I also tried to punch him. My shoulder really hurts. And I’m probably going to get that movie.”
Paul is dumbstruck. “I don’t know where to start with that.”
“Neither do I. Um.” Alex drops his climbing bag by the door and rolls his shoulder gingerly. “Can you help me with this? I think I’m bleeding, I can’t see it.”
“What did you do?” Paul is instantly at his side, hand carefully at his waist as Alex cranes his head to look over his sh
