"Good morning, sunshine. How are you this morning? Well, for you, I mean it's almost one over here."
[ she giggles and sets her mug of tea on the island in her kitchen ]
"How's filming been today? Anything new or exciting happening?"
[ she frowns as all she hears is silence on the other line ]
[ he grunts and walks away from the group he was just standing with ]
"Thea, I can't talk right now, okay? I'm kinda in the middle of something."
[ he runs his hands over his face, annoyed ]
"Can we just talk later?"
"Oh, are you filming or something? Sorry."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't know that."
[ he rolls his eyes and leans against a wall ]
"What's that supposed to mean? Tom, what's going on with you?"
[ he groans and closes his eyes ]
"Nothing, okay? Just forget about it."
"Did I do something? I'm confused."
"Just stop okay? I have to go."
[ he stands up and starts walking back to the group, who are all looking at him concerned ]
[ she shakes her head angrily and dumps the rest of her tea down the drain in her sink ]
"Well, call me when you're ready to be mature and tell me what's wrong."
[ she sits on the edge of her bed, staring at her sock-clad feet, unmoving ]
[ he plops down onto the small couch in his trailer and drops his head into his hand ]
"Thea, love, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier."
"You were the one who answered my call. If you were busy you could have just not answered. Or sent me a quick text or something."
"Look, I'm not here trying to make excuses but I woke up at five this morning and had been filming all day when you called and we were in the middle of looking over footage to see if there were things we needed to reshoot and I hadn't eaten. I guess it all kinda just caught up to me. I'm so sorry."
"Tom, why couldn't you just say that?"
[ her voice is quiet and she brings her legs up onto her mattress and crosses them ]
"Why didn't you feel like you could tell me you were filming? I just don't understand. I know it may seem stupid, but it hurts that you couldn't tell me about how you were feeling. I care about you, Tom. I want to know these things and help you and if that means not texting you for a couple hours or whatever you should tell me."
[ he runs his free hand through his hair in frustration and shakes his head at himself ]
"I don't know. I guess I just felt like I couldn't? I'm always asking you about your problems and your life and sometimes I feel like I can't tell you mine."
"Is that what you meant when you said that I wouldn't know that you were filming?"
[ she scoffs ]
"Tom I know you're filming, but it's not like I know where you are every fucking second of the day. And you don't tell me your problems? Whose fault is that? I'm always here to listen. Just fucking tell me!"