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Jason gripped Leo’s hand, on camera. Welcomed him and Kate. Beamed at them, as Stephen. Colby did the same, hair tumbled artistically by wind, Will’s face healthier now. Less sickly makeup.
They did not have dialogue, and there’d be music over the scene, but improvisation was allowed, and they’d been doing it; this time Leo said cheerfully, “The water’s quite nice, if you happen to fall in,” and eyed Jason’s muscles as if wondering how much effort it’d take. He’d been fished out and dried off before getting back to filming.
“If I go,” Jason said mildly, “you’re going with me.” Kate perked up as if hoping this would be the case.
“As a retired lifeguard I suspect I should scold you,” Colby put in, “but in fact I’m very much in favor of Jason all wet and dripping.”
Leo and Kate, in unison, looked Jason up and down, and said simultaneously, “Me too.”
“Only for Colby,” Jason said, “but thanks.” They snickered at him.