Lo-trips and Spanish actors.

They try, but they don't understand. They've lost a playmate, someone they took with them to play their games of Cops and Robbers in the woods of New Zealand. He's lost a son. It doesn't compare.

***

He couldn't watch Boromir die. No, it wasn't that. He couldn't watch Aragorn watch Boromir die. Everyone else thought Viggo was just a good actor. He knew better. He knew it was because it was Sean lying there, dying in Viggo's arms. He knew and he couldn't watch. But they needed reaction shots, so he retreated somewhere deep inside himself and let Legolas shoulder the burden.

***

"¿Quién es?"

"Soy yo."

"Ven." Eduardo buzzed Fele into the building and opened the door to his apartment so he could let himself in when he made it up the stairs.

Later:

Fele rocked back on his heels and looked down at Eduardo, spread out before him.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"No."

Eduardo smiled gently. "Ven, cielo. I'll show you."

And still later:

"You called me 'cielo.' No one's done that in a long time."

"Sorry."

"No. Me gusta."

Eduardo kissed his hair. "Sleep, cielo."