“Because it’s my job Eric.” Dee huffs, undoing the straps the stunt team had tried to put on him. He’d insisted on doing this stunt, as stupid and frankly almost deadly as it was, without the aid. He knew the worry, his coordinator had already tried to talk him out of it, but Dee was stubborn. He wanted to prove he could do this without help - and Dee was willing to accept the responsibility of his own life for it. “I’ll be fine.” He assures the other, unclasping the last strap so he could strip the safety harness off and hand it off to the waiting worker - who seemed as equally concerned as everyone else. “It’s not like I’m going to die.” He knew Eric’s concerns, especially considering whatever, well Dee didn’t want to call it a relationship, thing they had going on between the two of them but Dee also didn’t want the director to worry so much. “It’s on my hands if something happens don’t worry, they’ve already had me sign a bunch of shit so if something happens no one will be blamed.”