Jensen swallows hard, averting his eyes like he always made himself do. It was hard, watching you and Jared do intimate scenes together. It wasn't your fault; your character and Jared's were a thing on Supernatural but god did it make Jensen's throat feel like it was stuck on barbed wire. He felt stupid for feeling so upset by it. You and Jared were just friends. Hell, you and Jensen were just friends but…who was he kidding. He was so in love with you. The way you'd bring him weeds or fall leaves from outside just 'cause, the way you'd smile every time your eyes met, the way you'd call him at night when you couldn't sleep. But there you were, gasping into Jared's neck. Jensen sighs, still sitting off-set and sipping his water.

"Cut!"

The director shouts, and Jensen watches as you and Jared easily pull apart. He averts his eyes as one of the stylists put your robe back on. He wanted to look…but not like this.

"That was excellent. I think that's our shot."

The director sighs happily, getting up,

"Take lunch, everyone."

Jensen slowly gets out of his chair, meandering over to the table of food with a little pout he wasn't even aware of. He makes you a plate of the exact same things you got every day, sighing and fixing his face before sneaking over to you.

"Hey, My Persona."

Jensen smiles, handing you the plate while you sit in your chair and he moves to sit on the floor at your feet.

"You look…uh…worn out."

He says softly, noticing the distant look in your pretty eyes.

"So worn out."

You nod, digging into your plate of food.

"Did you see how many takes we had to do?"

Jensen's face falls a little and he swallows, thankful you were too engrossed in your food to notice his dejection.

"Yeah…yeah it looked rough."