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[keira_nightly]

Set during/after this.Keira stands in the hallway, still and silent, in an effort to locate Astin. That's always the best way to find him: to listen for the rattle of equipment, the whir of a camera, the quiet mumbling, the purposeful footsteps. The studio is uncharacteristically silent this morning, echoing only with Johnny and Sarah's muffled

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His fingers stalling against panel he's holding, Astin's lip quirk slightly despite himself. There are only two people who will slip in a "Sean." Even then, Astin forgets to answer to it. Johnny knows better than to call him "Sean" at work. Astin is professional. Astin is Johnny's man. But Johnny is also the one who will call Astin up at night when he's writing reminders for the next work day on a memo pad and a ballpoint pen, the first words out of Johnny's mouth being, Sean, my man

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[keira_nightly]

Keira narrows her eyes comically at him, a grin threatening to ruin the effect. A smiling Sean is a rare thing to behold; she's glad she caught him unaware, relatively relaxed for once, alone in his little world of quiet grudges and things she doesn't know the names of.

She leans her shoulder against the doorjamb, canting her hips. "And I must've replied the same way a dozen time. If you're going to take pictures of me naked, you're going to be Sean. Tough."