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“Hey, Colt?”
Even across the set, Colt’s sigh was audible. Beneath his breath, he muttered, “What the fuck does he want now?”
“Why’s there a video of you crashing out at some conference in Europe?” Tom asked, holding his phone up as the stuntman approached. Colt frowned.
“What do you mean? I’m here with you right now, clearly that can't be–” Colt swallowed as a familiar figure threw his hands up in the air, face red, hair in disarray. “Excuse me.”
Slipping outside, Colt pulled up the group chat.
Colt: A staggering waste of carbon? Really, Ry?
Ryland: Shut up.
