“We all play roles, we’re all different people at one time or another. You know it’s true. You’re someone different in front of your parents, your family, than who you are with your closest friends.” I nod, because okay, yeah, it’s true. “I just go deeper and do it for a living.”
“But it sounds like you don’t even like it that much, not really. That sucks.”
Ayden frowns, scooping up another piece of his apple pie and chewing it slowly, dissecting flavour and maybe crust texture. “Not bad at all,” he comments then focuses back on me. “Look, I love my job, I love learning about all the different characters, about humans in general, and what it all means, what it all could mean. I love that part of it, I just don’t love this part—the panels, the photo ops. I don’t do too well with too many
