Cookie Cutter

Vance wondered if he was being a bit paranoid.

After all, he had only blinked his eyes, and Kyle, whom he could swear had fixed him a baneful gaze a fraction of a second ago, was equally smiling at him in a friendly manner.

Maintaining his outward demeanor though, the fixer couldn't help but ask himself, a small chill running up his spine; 

'What… was that?'

As for Kyle, having stepped off the now inactive treadmill, the dynamic cables holding him in place removed by the stunt team, made his way to one of the many chairs littering the set.

Lowering himself onto it, he gently massaged his temples.

'[Deep Dive] at Grade S still takes way too much out of me…' he remarked tiredly, almost feeling like he could collapse again.

Luckily, this was the only scene he would be shooting today so he was at least glad that he could head home anytime from now.