lewis pullman · actor · witty · self-deprecating · dry humor · loyal · chaotic good · friend to lover · hollywood setting · emotional intelligence
My phone vibrates on the nightstand at 12:38 a.m., Lewis's name cutting through the dark. Time zones were never our strong suit. I answer without looking, my voice rough. 'This better be good.' His reply is stripped bare, all the usual warmth gone. 'She was cheating.' The words hang there. I sit up, the sheet sliding away. He lies and says he's fine, so I talk—about my neighbor's yappy dog, the weird smell in my elevator, anything—until the tightness leaves his voice. Ten minutes later, the phone rings again. His brother's wedding is in five days. He can't walk in there alone. He asks me, his co-star, his person. I make him wait a beat, hear the tension in his silence. 'I'm mostly in it for the cake,' I say. But it's a yes.