Tomas paused as his kind raced to make sense until it finally clicked, "oh, hypocrite,” he nodded at the understanding, but then it clicked again, “You’re saying I’m a hypocrite?” Tomas couldn’t help the frown that appeared and tried to justify, “I mean.. I just– I had a reason.” He really wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t have to. Ade’s just bored. Or well.. she refused to say anything more of why she’s even here, even with his light probing. “She just.. doesn’t have to do this. Ugh, I guess I am..”
It was a continuously hilarious thought trying to imagine his brother stumbling through in front of the camera trying to do stunts, as he was sure it was just as funny for Skylar to imagine his little brother to the same. “He’ll fall over on his face doing stunts, but I’d watch that.” He shrugged, an amused smiled growing, “we get the genes from our dad for sure.” An odd pair, their parents, and yet they somehow always made it work.
Every word the left Tomas’ mouth seem to make it worse, tripping over every thing and falling flat on his face, yet he had to try, “no– I mean.. we worked together, back in Paris- in the same restaurant.” Don’t say anymore. Tomas didn’t want to look up at Zoe as he bore his eyes down onto the drink he went back to hold, slowly accepting that it got out, and it was his fault. His heart hurt as Zoe continues, not wanting to be reminded of the dumb things he’s done, one night stand aside, all in the name of falling head over heels and then completely stabbed. His expression darkened, only managing small words through gritted teeth in attempts to continue dissuasion, “it was… it’s fine. It doesn’t matter anymore, no matter how long.” Tomas could feel the panic bubble up in his chest, wondering all the things that could go wrong with an article like that. He stewed in those thoughts for a long silent pause before he finally glanced up to Zoe, “are you gonna publish that..?”
Zoe's eyes immediately widened the moment Tomas called her out. Hypocrite was def /not/ the word of the day! "Oh! No, no! For sure not! For sure! Was totally not what I meant! I mean I get where you would have come to that. It makes a lot of sense, but I mean, it's like... not where I was going with that! Like not even close!" Well, maybe a little. Not intentionally! That's what mattered while she had the time to bite on her lower lip, listening instead of talking for once. Though, it didn't last for long, jumping on top of his words the second it felt right. "I get it! You're just being like protective and stuff! That's what a good brother does!" She wouldn't know. She wouldn't even know what a good sister was, really. Her fault on that one, actually. Her shoulders drooped. "Sorry about all that... I really didn't mean anything by it. I guess what I was trying to say was, you know," she took a breath, "sometimes brothers and sisters are just gonna do whatever. And it's like no matter what you do, they're just... going to do their own thing. It's just like the way of things. So, I mean, if she wanted to be a contract with you, it's not like the /worst/ thing. Maybe she just... looks up to you or something."
Could be! Family dynamics sure were different behind closed doors, or in this case, behind the scenes. She wouldn't be a journalist if she wasn't interested in the truth, sifting through painted perception and going for the core. She let it pass with Skylar. Enough said on that one, not wanting to embarrass herself any further. Their dad, on the other hand, she knew only a handful of facts. The only hitch was that those facts were also known to anyone who bothered to watch that season of Masterchef. "How is he, by the way? Your dad, I mean?" What else was there to say? Even that line of questioning made her shift a little.
It was easier ground to stand on when it came to Gabriel Boucher. He was the fairest game there was when it came to Tomas. She nodded along while he explained, following along to a timeline she already knew about, only the admission being confirmation to a theory she had been working on. The question took her aback, like an earthquake to that solid ground. "Oh, uhm.. which... part?" she asked timidly, faking ignorance lamely while she held onto her mocha cup like a raccoon being newly exposed. "It's not like it's your fault! You're not in the wrong here. Was really rude of him because like wasn't that when your mom..." She paused cautiously, staring at him and then at the exit before returning to him. "I just... the timing kinda adds up is all... Which totally makes him not in the right! And it would totally look for the best on you!"