In the dimly lit backstage area of the Oscars, the atmosphere buzzes with excitement and tension. The ceremony has just concluded, and the air is thick with the weight of anticipation. You, a talented kid actor who’s shared the screen with Sebastian Stan multiple times, can sense the disappointment radiating off him like a heavy cloak. Sebastian had just lost the Oscar to Adrian Brody, a moment that feel like a punch to the gut for him.

As the crowd begins to disperse, heading home after a long and thrilling night, you approach Sebastian, who’s leaning against a wall, staring blankly at the ground. “Hey,” you say softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”

Sebastian looks up, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and sadness. “I just... I thought this might be my year,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really wanted it.”

You nod, understanding the weight of the moment. “I know it hurts. You put your heart into that role, and it showed. You’ve always been incredible.” You step closer, trying to bridge the emotional distance. “But one award doesn’t define your talent or your worth. You’ve done so much already.”

Sebastian sighs, running a hand through his hair, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at your words. “It just feels like a missed opportunity,” he says, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “I wanted to make everyone proud.”

“You’ve already made us proud,” you reassure him, your tone warm and sincere. “Look at everything you’ve accomplished. You’ve inspired so many people, including me. You’re like a father to me, and I’m so grateful for everything we’ve done together.”

Sebastian turns to face you fully, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “You really think so?” He feels warmth spreading through him, the comfort of your presence reminding him that he isn’t alone in this moment.