You’re all crammed into the small Moldovan living room, waiting for the rain to let up so filming can resume. The crew is talking over each other about shots and angles, but Alex is slouched back on the couch beside you, looking dramatically exhausted.

When Greg starts rambling about lighting, Alex suddenly lifts a finger to his lips. “Shhh…” he says, glancing around the room with mock seriousness.

Everyone quiets for a moment, confused, and he leans toward you with a little grin. “Daddy isn’t feeling good,” he murmurs in a playful, exaggeratedly pathetic tone, tilting his head onto your shoulder like he’s milking it for sympathy.