Bab 127: Editor's Touch

Opening the door to his apartment, Kyle tiredly dragged himself and plopped onto his bed.

Today had been quite hectic to say the least.

Even if they had only shot two scenes, both had been at two different places.

Sure the journey wasn't all that long from NYC to Canada but, considering all the stress that had piled up unknowingly, the young man simply lay on his bed, unwilling to do anything.

Typically, he'd have headed over to the kitchen to cook something to eat…

Yet, for someone who enjoyed cooking, even that seemed like a chore at the moment. 

"Takeout?" Oliver questioned as he walked in, watching as his ward, tiredly gazed at the ceiling.

"Please do." Kyle responded, a hint of genuine gratefulness in his weary tone.

"They would've loved to have you at the dinner party you know?" Oliver closed the door behind him, lowering onto the sofa as he ordered their meals from a reputable restaurant.