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“Oh god! Stop touching me, Jeff Goldblum…” Conan exclaimed, his voice echoing through the podcast studio.
Jeff propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his palm. His eyes glinted more than usual.
It was one of those times when they would leave the microphones on, and as Conan would call it, “talk shit”, then they would decide afterwards whether they wanted to keep the content or edit it out.
“You’re screeching.” Sona remarked, giving Conan the usual side-eye.
“You just caressed my thigh!” Conan stabbed his index finger into the air, aiming the smug movie star in front of him. A mock hurt expression was printed on his face.
“Well, hmm…I’m a very…very sensual person. Your thigh feels nice. The smoothness, the muscles…hm…”
“What are you talking about?” Conan’s voice raised a few more pitches, wide-eyed.
“Oh, forget it.” Sona muttered, leaning back on her chair. She glanced at Matt, who was also silently enjoying the scene now.
Jeff broke into a few soft chuckles. With a swift move, his hand shot out and pinched Conan’s upper thigh, a smirk dancing on his lips.
Conan’s leg jolted as an indecent squeak escaped his mouth. “For god’s sake!” He glared at the actor, only to find Jeff gazing at him with that…
That way.
Every time Jeff would.
Only to him.
Conan swallowed. He instinctively let out a fit of awkward laughter, but this time, had no quick, witty lines to pair with it.
“You’re ridiculous.” He mumbled finally, losing the eye contact and pretending to flip through his notes, empty, of course.
In the dark corner of the room, Eduardo quietly clicked off the microphones.
The conversation didn’t make it to the final episode.