"Thought you never read your reviews?"
Viggo intercepts the garbage-bound ball and smoothes it out on the coffee table, fingertips smudging the inky newsprint. His stomach clutches sympathetically at the phrases that swim across the page: Bean's limitations and failed to captivate and inability to express...
"Fuck. Well, I thought you did a terrific Macbeth, Sean. And my opinion's the one that counts, right?"
Sean looks away, silent, and Viggo's chest tightens too.