“So. This’s…well, this. My place.” Jason waved a hand: his apartment, Los Angeles views, modern lines, big windows, afternoon light. Jill had put everyone up in the hotel again while filming those final sequences for Colby’s new ending; he and Colby had agreed on this, after they’d wrapped.
Together. Staying together. Here. Trying it out. Here in LA, first, since they were here and they had some post-production work to do, some ADR, some early rounds of the press and interviews to get out of the way, photo shoots and clips that’d be released later. Then Colby’s place in London next month, for the British press circuit and then the premiere. Assuming this went well.
Him and Colby. Living together. Starting, more or less, this second.
He said, “I’m thinking about something bigger. I mean,
