Jensen looks up from his desk to find Jared standing in the doorway, one ankle crossed over the other and his hands hooked into the pockets of his jeans. It takes him a minute to gather his thoughts from the sight alone.
“Not the three little words every girl longs to hear, honey,” he smirks as he leans back in his chair.
“It's four words, moron.”
“Fuck you. What's up?”
He pushes off the door frame around moves into the room, until he rounds Jensen's desk and leans right next to him. “I want you to come by tomorrow.”
Jensen's eyebrow raises. “Wanna vague it up for me a little more there, Stretch?”
“To the studio. Stop by around three?”
After a quick run-through of his schedule for the day, Jensen nods his head. “I think I can manage that. Why? What's up?”
Silence. Jared looks uncomfortable, like he's afraid to say what's on his mind. If he remembers correctly from Sunday School, that's one of the signs of the Apocalypse. Or something.
And then it hits Jensen. Like a punch to the gut. “Man, fuck all, Jay,” he shakes his head. “One more day. Twenty-four more hours, and you can't just let it go?”
Jared sighs and drops his head back, scrubs his hands over his face, and then looks back at Jensen. “I have never pushed you. Always respected your decision, man, but come on. This is it. Never get another shot.”
Well, fuck if that's not reasonable logic.
Bravo's Slinging Ink is wrapping production tomorrow, after four seasons on the air. It's kind of par for the course, the network growing bored and looking for a new direction after only a few years. There was a brief offer on the table for renewal, but it included a spin-off of Chad and Sophia's married life, and they weren't interested. In the end, they all just called it a mutual decision, and everyone seems pretty pleased with that.
“What does it even matter, man? Four seasons, you've managed without me. Why now?”
Jared just looks out the window and mumbles something.
“What was that?”
“Because I've got hours of footage of every other goddamn member of my family, and there's not so much as a fuckin' hint that you even exist outside our heads.”
“So you wanna prove to the world that you don't have an imaginary boyfriend?”
“No,” Jared shakes his head and pushes off the desk. “Forget it. Just fuckin' forget I said anything.”
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Date: 2010-04-10 11:04 pm (UTC)Jensen looks up from his desk to find Jared standing in the doorway, one ankle crossed over the other and his hands hooked into the pockets of his jeans. It takes him a minute to gather his thoughts from the sight alone.
“Not the three little words every girl longs to hear, honey,” he smirks as he leans back in his chair.
“It's four words, moron.”
“Fuck you. What's up?”
He pushes off the door frame around moves into the room, until he rounds Jensen's desk and leans right next to him. “I want you to come by tomorrow.”
Jensen's eyebrow raises. “Wanna vague it up for me a little more there, Stretch?”
“To the studio. Stop by around three?”
After a quick run-through of his schedule for the day, Jensen nods his head. “I think I can manage that. Why? What's up?”
Silence. Jared looks uncomfortable, like he's afraid to say what's on his mind. If he remembers correctly from Sunday School, that's one of the signs of the Apocalypse. Or something.
And then it hits Jensen. Like a punch to the gut. “Man, fuck all, Jay,” he shakes his head. “One more day. Twenty-four more hours, and you can't just let it go?”
Jared sighs and drops his head back, scrubs his hands over his face, and then looks back at Jensen. “I have never pushed you. Always respected your decision, man, but come on. This is it. Never get another shot.”
Well, fuck if that's not reasonable logic.
Bravo's Slinging Ink is wrapping production tomorrow, after four seasons on the air. It's kind of par for the course, the network growing bored and looking for a new direction after only a few years. There was a brief offer on the table for renewal, but it included a spin-off of Chad and Sophia's married life, and they weren't interested. In the end, they all just called it a mutual decision, and everyone seems pretty pleased with that.
“What does it even matter, man? Four seasons, you've managed without me. Why now?”
Jared just looks out the window and mumbles something.
“What was that?”
“Because I've got hours of footage of every other goddamn member of my family, and there's not so much as a fuckin' hint that you even exist outside our heads.”
“So you wanna prove to the world that you don't have an imaginary boyfriend?”
“No,” Jared shakes his head and pushes off the desk. “Forget it. Just fuckin' forget I said anything.”