It was something special the awards this time. Being there with Christian was like being a part of a different world, because frankly Sean had gone out of his way to avoid this kind of razzle dazzle. It wasn't his style, not really. He'd rather be out with his mates than spending hours listening to booming music and shouting, cheers, clapping his hands sore, and worst of all being faced by the press. Sean hated it. He hated being questioned by the press, because he always felt that put on the spot he just couldn't sparkle like they expected him to--it was disappointment in himself, really. Just like he was disappointed in himself when he was faced with people he'd met a few times and couldn't remember them for the life of it. Showbiz was just so many people. So many people, and when he was up, he was expected to remember them.
Right now he was up. Everyone wanted a piece of him since David. Lucas had been a fantastic role--if only it had come a decade sooner, right? And people would say 'Sean! I worked with you on Equilibrium, remember?' And he'd just blink, and it'd turn out that their careers had been fantastic for the last ten years, that they were famous for a half dozen things he had actually heard of, or something similar. It was all just impossible to keep track of.
It had been a great role though. He could still feel Christian's hands on him, for heaven's sake. Christian who had sat beside him with his arm across his shoulder as the lights went up, and Sean had flicked out his phone to tap through the text he'd just got. He'd almost felt the glare that Christian had sent across the room over his shoulder. At Viggo.
He'd excused himself quietly, not sure what he was going to do, made his way to the bar rather than the after show party, and quietly arranged to be let in the back way, knowing that Viggo would be watching the door. He wanted a few moments to compose himself, try and sort himself out, and for an autograph the bar staff were willing to help him out. In the end he set himself behind the bar with them, polishing glasses as though he belonged there and watching Viggo over the bar.
He looked bloody miserable. Did he really drive men so damn crazy? Viggo looked like a grey shade of what he'd been back on the set of Lord of the Rings. The years didn't seem to have treated him fairly--and sure, Sean had heard a lot of what he'd been through in that time. He'd been hurt, and his family life had suffered. But he was working hard - harder than almost anyone - and Sean knew what that was like, and couldn't begrudge him that.
Sean was waiting, leaning on the bar, watching Viggo quietly, watching his drink lower and hanging back for when he came back for more. He'd be ready.
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Right now he was up. Everyone wanted a piece of him since David. Lucas had been a fantastic role--if only it had come a decade sooner, right? And people would say 'Sean! I worked with you on Equilibrium, remember?' And he'd just blink, and it'd turn out that their careers had been fantastic for the last ten years, that they were famous for a half dozen things he had actually heard of, or something similar. It was all just impossible to keep track of.
It had been a great role though. He could still feel Christian's hands on him, for heaven's sake. Christian who had sat beside him with his arm across his shoulder as the lights went up, and Sean had flicked out his phone to tap through the text he'd just got. He'd almost felt the glare that Christian had sent across the room over his shoulder. At Viggo.
He'd excused himself quietly, not sure what he was going to do, made his way to the bar rather than the after show party, and quietly arranged to be let in the back way, knowing that Viggo would be watching the door. He wanted a few moments to compose himself, try and sort himself out, and for an autograph the bar staff were willing to help him out. In the end he set himself behind the bar with them, polishing glasses as though he belonged there and watching Viggo over the bar.
He looked bloody miserable. Did he really drive men so damn crazy? Viggo looked like a grey shade of what he'd been back on the set of Lord of the Rings. The years didn't seem to have treated him fairly--and sure, Sean had heard a lot of what he'd been through in that time. He'd been hurt, and his family life had suffered. But he was working hard - harder than almost anyone - and Sean knew what that was like, and couldn't begrudge him that.
Sean was waiting, leaning on the bar, watching Viggo quietly, watching his drink lower and hanging back for when he came back for more. He'd be ready.