Jon dropped Randy and Aimee off at their apartment, turning quiet for most of the ride back to the penthouse. Quiet with respect to Jon was usually not a good thing. It meant he was thinking too much, and when Jon was thinking too much, he often became moody. Vicki knew the signs and knew what to do about it most of the time, better than anyone, but until she distracted him or got him to open up about what was bothering him, he'd simply clam up and sulk and mull whatever it was over that was at the heart of the matter.
Vicki gave him the ride back to the penthouse to mull and mope and overthink, knowing that he needed a least a little time before she would be able to draw him out of his shell once more. Thankfully there were no photographers outside the building, taking the pressure off their need to get inside as quickly as possible. Drawing in a slow breath as the car came to a halt, she looked over at Jon. "Penny for your thoughts, stud-muffin?"
Instead of pulling the car up to the building and letting a valet park for him, he chose to pull into the parking lot and do the parking himself. It was no secret that he enjoyed driving and found it relaxing, often enjoying the quiet time to think and sort things out in his mind. He eased the car into the parking spot and shut down the engine, avoiding Vicki's gaze as she'd probably have his mood pegged in a second, if she didn't already.
"Just thinking," was his lame reply. He was doing more than just thinking; he was brooding.
"Just thinking," she repeated, the drawl in her voice warmly amused as she looked over at him, undoing her seatbelt with one hand. "Just thinking ....what, exactly?" She twisted to face him, reaching over to gently tuck her fingers under his chin, lifting his face until he met her smiling eyes. "Just thinking how well it went tonight?"
He smiled as she practically read his mind with far too much ease, meeting her gaze as she turned his face toward hers. "Something like that," he admitted vaguely. There was more to it than that, but that was good for starters. "You don't think this movie was a mistake, do you?"
At least he smiled; that was a good sign that she hadn't let him stew for too long. Her thumb stroked along the line of his jaw as he met her eyes, knowing that he wasn't going to admit to brooding straight off. "No, I don't think this movie is a mistake," she told him for the umpteenth time. "I think the casting the excellent, the production team committed, and the promotion plan flawless. What do you think, love?"
"I think Aimee is young and inexperienced and in for a lot of surprises, some of which are not very pleasant." There, he admitted what was bothering him in part, but that wasn't, as the saying goes, "The Whole Enchilada". "I think you two should get acquainted," he continued, though he was unsure whether he wanted to do the same with Randy or not. "She could probably use a friend or two while she's here."
"I think you're right about Aimee, but I also think she's made of sterner stuff than first seems apparent," Vicki agreed with him, nodding slowly as she lowered her hand from his chin, curling her fingers into his. "And I think you're right about her needing a friend or two while she is here, though hopefully she will make a few for herself." She let that hang for a moment longer, studying his expression with a wry smile. "What's really bothering you, Jon?"
Those were just two in the long list of things that were weighing on his mind, and neither of those things had anything to do with himself really, concern evident for his co-star, though, in truth, he hardly knew her. He shrugged his shoulders as Vicki tried to get to the heart of the matter, unsure what it was exactly that was bugging him, turning his gaze away from her and staring thoughtfully at the steering wheel. "I don't know. I guess I should just butt out and let people live their own lives."
"You don't think Aimee is ready for this, and you don't think Randy is mature enough to be able to support her. Do you?" It was a shot in the dark; he was doing very well in hiding his thoughts from her tonight, and Vicki didn't like it. "Jon, please. Talk to me."
Jon furrowed his brows as he tried to put his feelings into words. He'd been mulling things over as he made the drive back to the penthouse, but he still wasn't quite sure what it was that was at the heart of the matter. She was close, it seemed, but just off the mark. "I don't know, Vicki," he confessed, turning back to her with a hint of confusion in his blue eyes. "I mean, who the hell am I to think anything about anyone" What the hell do I know about anything" I don't even remember what my life here was like before..." He broke off, leaving that thought to dangle between them, both of them knowing how that statement was going to end. Before the shooting.
"Jon." Her hand rose again to smooth her palm tenderly against his cheek, holding his gaze as she smiled gently. "Why are you letting this upset you? I thought you had come to terms with what you do and don't remember, what does and doesn't matter in other people's opinions. Is it still hurting you, the stupid opinions of people who ultimately have no impact on your life or how you live it?"
His frown deepened as he looked to her, once again coming close to the mark. "It's not that. It's just..." He broke off a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts into words that made sense. "I was just trying to help and..." He left the rest of that thought go, as well. "We were supposed to be having a good time, and I almost ruined it. Maybe I should just keep my big mouth shut."
"Jon." This time there was no gentle patience in her tone; Vicki had turned stern with him, something that didn't happen often. She took his face in her hands, forcing him to hold her serious gaze as she spoke. "Do you really think I want you brooding and distressed and hiding it" I want you to tell me what?s on your mind, no matter how unimportant you think it is."
Forced to face her and her rarely-seen stern approach to the angst-ridden, brooding side of his nature, he met her head-on, eyes locking on hers, unable to hide under that no-nonsense gaze of hers. "I don't want to do this anymore, Vicki. I don't know why I agreed to this. I don't like living in a fishbowl, everything I do under scrutiny from people who don't matter worth a damn. The only thing that matters..." He paused to correct himself. "The only person whose opinion matters is you."
"Oh, Jon." Her expression softened, the sterness fleeing as her brow furrowed in quietly understanding concern. "I understand that, of course I do. But you've made a commitment. All you need to do is this trilogy - you need never make another movie again. Are you really saying that you would abandon Aimee to Hollywood at the slightest provocation, knowing what being involved in these movies without a calm anchor will do to her?"
Vicki gave him the ride back to the penthouse to mull and mope and overthink, knowing that he needed a least a little time before she would be able to draw him out of his shell once more. Thankfully there were no photographers outside the building, taking the pressure off their need to get inside as quickly as possible. Drawing in a slow breath as the car came to a halt, she looked over at Jon. "Penny for your thoughts, stud-muffin?"
Instead of pulling the car up to the building and letting a valet park for him, he chose to pull into the parking lot and do the parking himself. It was no secret that he enjoyed driving and found it relaxing, often enjoying the quiet time to think and sort things out in his mind. He eased the car into the parking spot and shut down the engine, avoiding Vicki's gaze as she'd probably have his mood pegged in a second, if she didn't already.
"Just thinking," was his lame reply. He was doing more than just thinking; he was brooding.
"Just thinking," she repeated, the drawl in her voice warmly amused as she looked over at him, undoing her seatbelt with one hand. "Just thinking ....what, exactly?" She twisted to face him, reaching over to gently tuck her fingers under his chin, lifting his face until he met her smiling eyes. "Just thinking how well it went tonight?"
He smiled as she practically read his mind with far too much ease, meeting her gaze as she turned his face toward hers. "Something like that," he admitted vaguely. There was more to it than that, but that was good for starters. "You don't think this movie was a mistake, do you?"
At least he smiled; that was a good sign that she hadn't let him stew for too long. Her thumb stroked along the line of his jaw as he met her eyes, knowing that he wasn't going to admit to brooding straight off. "No, I don't think this movie is a mistake," she told him for the umpteenth time. "I think the casting the excellent, the production team committed, and the promotion plan flawless. What do you think, love?"
"I think Aimee is young and inexperienced and in for a lot of surprises, some of which are not very pleasant." There, he admitted what was bothering him in part, but that wasn't, as the saying goes, "The Whole Enchilada". "I think you two should get acquainted," he continued, though he was unsure whether he wanted to do the same with Randy or not. "She could probably use a friend or two while she's here."
"I think you're right about Aimee, but I also think she's made of sterner stuff than first seems apparent," Vicki agreed with him, nodding slowly as she lowered her hand from his chin, curling her fingers into his. "And I think you're right about her needing a friend or two while she is here, though hopefully she will make a few for herself." She let that hang for a moment longer, studying his expression with a wry smile. "What's really bothering you, Jon?"
Those were just two in the long list of things that were weighing on his mind, and neither of those things had anything to do with himself really, concern evident for his co-star, though, in truth, he hardly knew her. He shrugged his shoulders as Vicki tried to get to the heart of the matter, unsure what it was exactly that was bugging him, turning his gaze away from her and staring thoughtfully at the steering wheel. "I don't know. I guess I should just butt out and let people live their own lives."
"You don't think Aimee is ready for this, and you don't think Randy is mature enough to be able to support her. Do you?" It was a shot in the dark; he was doing very well in hiding his thoughts from her tonight, and Vicki didn't like it. "Jon, please. Talk to me."
Jon furrowed his brows as he tried to put his feelings into words. He'd been mulling things over as he made the drive back to the penthouse, but he still wasn't quite sure what it was that was at the heart of the matter. She was close, it seemed, but just off the mark. "I don't know, Vicki," he confessed, turning back to her with a hint of confusion in his blue eyes. "I mean, who the hell am I to think anything about anyone" What the hell do I know about anything" I don't even remember what my life here was like before..." He broke off, leaving that thought to dangle between them, both of them knowing how that statement was going to end. Before the shooting.
"Jon." Her hand rose again to smooth her palm tenderly against his cheek, holding his gaze as she smiled gently. "Why are you letting this upset you? I thought you had come to terms with what you do and don't remember, what does and doesn't matter in other people's opinions. Is it still hurting you, the stupid opinions of people who ultimately have no impact on your life or how you live it?"
His frown deepened as he looked to her, once again coming close to the mark. "It's not that. It's just..." He broke off a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts into words that made sense. "I was just trying to help and..." He left the rest of that thought go, as well. "We were supposed to be having a good time, and I almost ruined it. Maybe I should just keep my big mouth shut."
"Jon." This time there was no gentle patience in her tone; Vicki had turned stern with him, something that didn't happen often. She took his face in her hands, forcing him to hold her serious gaze as she spoke. "Do you really think I want you brooding and distressed and hiding it" I want you to tell me what?s on your mind, no matter how unimportant you think it is."
Forced to face her and her rarely-seen stern approach to the angst-ridden, brooding side of his nature, he met her head-on, eyes locking on hers, unable to hide under that no-nonsense gaze of hers. "I don't want to do this anymore, Vicki. I don't know why I agreed to this. I don't like living in a fishbowl, everything I do under scrutiny from people who don't matter worth a damn. The only thing that matters..." He paused to correct himself. "The only person whose opinion matters is you."
"Oh, Jon." Her expression softened, the sterness fleeing as her brow furrowed in quietly understanding concern. "I understand that, of course I do. But you've made a commitment. All you need to do is this trilogy - you need never make another movie again. Are you really saying that you would abandon Aimee to Hollywood at the slightest provocation, knowing what being involved in these movies without a calm anchor will do to her?"