#thinking about their ‘married couple who should’ve divorced decades ago’ arguments forever and always

[bronyalexkralie]

“Jesus—seriously, Tim?” Alex groaned as he turned the corner.

“What? We’re on break.” Tim adjusted his posture against the wall. He took the cigarette out of his mouth to speak, already preparing for the argument about to come.

“Still, I don’t want you fucking smoking those,” he glanced towards Tim’s hand. “It’s gonna mess with your voice, we’re all going to have to smell it the entire shoot, and I don’t want you coughing in the middle of takes. Not more than you already do.”

“You still have me smoke during scenes, remember?”

Tim could’ve sworn they had this conversation ten times over. He never really saw the problem since he had to relight the same goddamn cigarette before every take. Might as well put it to good use. No one else has complained about it yet.

“Yeah-well, I’m not asking you to smoke the whole pack. And it’s only for when the cameras on. It’s not like you have to continue.”

“I don’t see anyone complaining out here,” he gestured towards the open and empty park. No one else was there other than Tim, Alex, and a couple others filming, and he was sure that the smell could travel that far. “You didn’t even care until you saw me doing it.”

“That doesn’t fucking matter, I shouldn’t hav—” Alex started before a gust of smoke hit his face.

Tim knew it was immature, obviously. But if he had to go through this exact argument again, he would’ve lost his mind.

Alex opened his mouth to start some kind of retaliation, but nothing came out other than a few stutters. The gears turning in his head were practically audible. All the while, Tim could still see red blooming underneath his hair and glasses.

“Just-uh. Hurry up and come back before the break ends, alright?” Alex didn’t wait for an answer before storming off back to the main group.