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return_to_nolaKatie (Jean?) was a gift to the Summers family no matter where they were, apparently, and no matter which Summers might need her: she was babysitting Scottie, which meant that Caleb was free to spend some time with Seth, at Seth's place, where there were no children or even roommates who could interrupt.
Seth hadn't been filming today, but he did have pages to learn. So, while he waited for Caleb to arrive, he was pacing his apartment. He was shirtless, in gym shorts and reading glasses, committing lines to memory by reading them aloud, over and over (his preferred method).
A bottle of wine was chilling in an ice bucket by the couch, because Seth was dramatic like that; on the coffee table was strawberries dipped in chocolate. Next to them was a red rose with a label on it that read 'for Caleb.'
Even for someone as fast as Jean-Paul had been -- and no one was faster than Jean-Paul -- it had been hard, in that life, to find dedicated time for romance. Jean-Paul had learned to carve it out of stolen moments; here, Seth appreciated the extra time even more than he ever had, and he planned to make the most of it.
He buzzed Caleb into the building and propped his front door ajar as he waited for him to arrive, still pacing and reciting, taking every last second for work until he needed to shift into play mode.
Seth hadn't been filming today, but he did have pages to learn. So, while he waited for Caleb to arrive, he was pacing his apartment. He was shirtless, in gym shorts and reading glasses, committing lines to memory by reading them aloud, over and over (his preferred method).
A bottle of wine was chilling in an ice bucket by the couch, because Seth was dramatic like that; on the coffee table was strawberries dipped in chocolate. Next to them was a red rose with a label on it that read 'for Caleb.'
Even for someone as fast as Jean-Paul had been -- and no one was faster than Jean-Paul -- it had been hard, in that life, to find dedicated time for romance. Jean-Paul had learned to carve it out of stolen moments; here, Seth appreciated the extra time even more than he ever had, and he planned to make the most of it.
He buzzed Caleb into the building and propped his front door ajar as he waited for him to arrive, still pacing and reciting, taking every last second for work until he needed to shift into play mode.
