"Do you hate me? Have I offended you somehow?"
"Huh?" Tyler turned to him, surprised. "W-What do you mean?"
Aren shook his head.
"It's nothing. But from the moment I arrived on set, I've noticed you giving me this look as if you hate me."
Tyler's eyes widened in horror.
'Is this some sort of sinister plan of his? Is he going to humiliate me? Is he trying to show that he is more popular and trying to establish dominance? If I admit that I was looking down on him, he will surely ridicule me.'
His thoughts flowed, fearing the worst.
"N-No. It's nothing like that." He replied with an awkward expression. "I-I was just upset over losing the lead role to you, but after seeing your acting skills, I've got no complaints."
"Hmm... so it was like that." Aren rubbed his chin and said. Then, with a smile, he draped one arm over Tyler's shoulder and explained, "But I think you should've been happy instead of being upset. At least I would've been joyous if I was in your place."
