“VICTOR,” ALEX SAYS. His voice is scratchy, and he clears his throat. Now that his awareness is filtering back in, all he wants to do is be out of there. And to not have f*****g Victor in his face. “I can do that. Or the makeup artist.”
“Shhh,” Victor says. “I’ll be out of your space as soon as I can.”
“You could be out of it right now,” Alex says sharply.
“No. I know you hate being here, but this needs to come off. I can’t let you drive until you’re at least a little okay.”
Alex acquiesces, in part because he doesn’t have the bandwidth to do anything else. But at least Victor knows Alex hates him and that he’s been left a mess by Victor’s actions.
It takes a long time. Alex just wants to be left alone with his own thoughts, but Victor is quiet in his work and doesn’t ask or say anyth
