Lionel cleared his throat.
"Well... we worked on an indie film together once. Back when you were just starting out."
A hesitant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Sean leaned against the dining table, his arms folded across his chest. For a moment, something flickered behind his eyes—a distant memory surfacing from years buried beneath disappointment and solitude.
It was one of those old good days when he was just starting out. Life was difficult but he was happy.
"I'd forgotten all about that."
His gaze drifted toward the window.
"It feels like it happened in another lifetime."
The melancholy in his voice lingered in the room.
"Right..." Lionel muttered.
The awkwardness thickened.
Neither man seemed willing to fill the silence.
Lara rose from her seat.
