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preplay hex and q
Hex had done a bit of shopping and his bags by his feet as he sat at the cafe. Scrolling his phone with one hand, he held a half a sandwich in the other. He wanted to text his agent, but he knew he wouldn't get a reply. All he wanted was a steady part. Walk on's and day play didn't pay the bills in this stupid country.
He wore defeat on his brow as an email came through thanking him for his time but they were going a different direction.
He sighed heavily.
He wore defeat on his brow as an email came through thanking him for his time but they were going a different direction.
He sighed heavily.
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"Too right," he nodded, then sighed.
"Food's good, though," he smiled. "Guy cooks sometimes.It's really good."
Sometimes was actually once and cooking was a generous description.
"You got mates here? Boyfriend?" he asked, having seen no ring.
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"Oh, erm, well... I was seeing someone, but it ended," Q said awkwardly. "I mostly keep to myself at the moment. ...My focus is on work right now."
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"Me too," he nodded. "No trouble if I want to pull, but I don't have time for a person. Gotta focus, yeah?"
His words were eager and enthusiastic, and it was true, but it wasn't what his heart wanted so he wasn't convincing at all. Not to Q or to himself.
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Q wasn't sure he believed that, but he let it be.
"It gets lonely here though," he said. "Feels like all anyone wants to chat about is who you know and what their next project is. Sometimes I miss home- Things were a bit more grounded. The money I made here, I could probably live very comfortably on back home. Maybe not in London, but..."
He trailed off, looking at his paper cup of tea.
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"Yeah, not London," he agreed.
"I was thinking about making it big and getting a place in the countryside. Be nice to go home a success, yeah?" he said.
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"I'd be okay with fading into obscurity," Q said with a small smile and a little shrug. "Do you have many auditions this week?"
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"Three," he nodded. "A medical drama, a daytime soap, and a weekly criminal for a police procedural."
Hex paused to take a sip before continuing.
"The soap would be good, steady work," he decided.
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"Well, I hope you get it then," Q said sincerely. "I should really get back to work, but, erm- Oh, here, I'll give you my number. I dunno how much help I'd be landing you a role, but you know, if you just need someone to listen, I can do that much."
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"It'd be nice to have tea. Talk about anything but...this," he said, vaguely gesturing out the cafe window.
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Q scribbled his number down on a napkin and pushed it towards Hex.
"You know I'll never say no to tea," he smiled. "It was really nice seeing you, Hex. I hope to hear from you."
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Hex didn't leave it at that. He rose to his feet so he could give Q a tight hug.
"You can count on it," he assured him.
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Q made a surprised sound, not used to being embraced, then laughed a bit.
"Take care, Hex," he said, returning the hug before finally letting go.