The line was long, and Hayden was tired. He'd had a long day. First, it was dealing with his daughter, and then he didn't have time to get coffee, and now he has been at this convention for three hours.

"How many more?" He asked security staff with a tired sigh. The worker peered over, grimacing. "Can't even tell. Sorry. There's a lot." At that, he ran a tired hand down his face. "Yeah, okay."

He hadn't meant to give off that energy, but he was really just so tired. You, on the other hand, were excited. It was your turn for a picture, and you made your way over all smiles and nerves.

You've had a specific vision for this picture for a while. Just him innocently lifting you off the ground. It was silly. But apparently not to him.

"Not that pose." He shook his head with a long exhale as if he'd forgotten the concept of being polite. "Come up with something else quickly. People are waiting." He hadn't meant to give anyone a bad experience, but he was too tired to think and definitely too tired to be lifting someone.