“I don’t want to lose you again,” he breathes, his soft blue eyes warm and vulnerable, making your heart pound erratically against your chest, leaving you breathless and your pupils the size of quarters. “I don't care if I sound desperate, or insane, or whatever, but— fuck, line?”

You’re snapped out of your temporary daze of gazing into Aaron’s eyes, and he clears his throat, running a hand through his hair as he glances around at the crew. "Sorry for making us reshoot this scene again," he says, his tone more guarded now. The vulnerability that seeped into the scene evaporates, leaving behind something you wouldn’t call contempt, but it wasn’t adoration either.