“steve-“ he hears you choke out. his eyes are closed, but he can tell you’re really deep in the scene. you’re crying, begging his character to wake up, shaking his shoulders. he stays as still as possible, he’s a dead body after all. “CUT!” the director yells. you’re still crying. he sits up. “honey, it’s not real, you know that.” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms.