“well, cool. i’d say go for it then… hard to let go of a project that feels like yours,” he shrugged, guessing it was a lot like when a client got really buff for a movie, then no longer needed him once he was to the level they needed. sometimes you just wanted them back for a little while. “i’ve been to plenty of shows, just not dear evan hansen,” bret spoke, wiggling his bros at the name of ian’s show. “i’m telling you, if you can just get sutton foster to come to your show, i’ll sit right next to her.” he joked, watching as ian took in the smell of his mom’s soup. “just wait until you try it - i swear my mom is a miracle worker,” he laughed a little. it was sad to him, how hung up ian was on kit. he wondered what that felt like… to like someone that much that you hurt from it. “just wish i could help somehow,” he sighed.
“yeah… it’s all odd. like, in a way, i still feel like percy. except my fuckin’ voice… my voice doesn’t like learning new shit, evidently. in someways it’s like riding a bike, but in others… it’s hard as hell. keeping my lines straight is a nightmare.” ian rolled his eyes, shrugging, “well, you need to come see my show. duh. i perform it literally twice a day every day.” he bit his lip, taking a sip from his spoon. he raised an eyebrow, “oh my god… this is fucking amazing. can your mom be my third mom? you can never have too many moms, eh?” he shook his head, “no, it’s okay… i just need to figure out how to move past him. i don’t know.”
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