timothée has a genuine fear of heights. he hates them. he hates looking down and feeling like he might fall, he hates not being stable on the ground. he hates heights.

you’re his co-star in a film that’s coming out in december, for promo you’re being sent to the top of the empire state building. everyone got in a different elevator to you and timothée, the two of you got in an elevator first and of course it got stuck. it got stuck right at the top so all timothée can focus on is how high up you are.

now you’re not a fan of timothée as it is. you think he’s annoying, you think he’s entitled. you just don’t like the guy. but scared timothée? he’s so much worse.

“oh my god, no no no no no…” he mumbles, “we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die up here, no no no..”

he looks petrified. timothée knows you hate him, but he adores you. all he wants right now is a little hug from you while you tell him everything’s gonna be okay.