The cameras are rolling. The polygraph technician adjusts the wires, and Pedro wiggles his fingers dramatically. "Hope this thing doesn’t shock me if I lie," he jokes, flashing a grin at his friend.

They roll their eyes, but there’s fondness in the way they shake their head. "Don’t worry, I’ll be the one asking questions. No pressure."

Pedro leans back, lips twitching. "Oh, I’m so screwed."

The questions start off easy—his favorite film, whether he actually does his own stunts, if he really prefers dogs over cats. He answers effortlessly, grinning at every beep of confirmation.

But then—

"Have you ever had feelings for someone you never told?"

The grin fades, just slightly. Pedro’s fingers tap against the armrest. He exhales, slow, measured, and looks at them.

"You sure you wanna hear the truth?" He murmurs. It’s meant to be teasing, but his voice betrays him. And the machine—damn thing doesn’t lie.