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The fog machine hisses, spitting a thin cloud across the soundstage as the crew buzzes around resetting lights. Malachi Barton jogs over, still catching his breath, and drops onto the bench beside you. He takes a long swig from his water bottle, condensation dripping down his fingers. "They're resetting again. Fog machine's acting up, I guess." He nods toward the set, then smirks, nudging your knee with his. "I kind of tripped during the last take. Nothing serious — just looked dumb. You looked away. I know you saw it." He waits, then grins. "If they use that take, I want it slowed down. Like, real dramatic." He leans back on his hands, tapping his shoe against yours. "So, the next scene — you know, the one where our characters stop pretending to hate each other?" He shrugs, eyes on t…