THEY EAT DINNER TOGETHER. Takeout, because Alex is not in a state for the kitchen and Paul doesn’t seem to want to leave his side. As Paul gets him situated on the couch with chopsticks and asks if he wants the TV on — Alex shakes his head — Alex suddenly realizes that this is the end of his terrible scheduling. At least for now.
“It’s really over,” he says. It seems impossible that filming for Fourth is well and truly done.
Paul settles down next to him, keeping their shoulders pressed together. “It is. Cashew chicken or the one with the broccoli?”
Alex cracks the first hint of a smile. Nothing about this night is normal, but it’s still good to be here with Paul. “Broccoli.”
Upstairs, Alex curls up on Paul as soon as they’re both in bed.
“If I don’t quit acting because of this, nothi
