When we finally broke apart, Elon held me at arm's length, studying my face with concern.
"Let me look at you," he said.
I pulled away. "I'm not a baby, Elon. And I hope you didn't come all this way just for me."
Elon smirked. "Yeah, like I didn't have anything better to do than drive five hours to check on my depressing older brother."
Despite everything, I felt the corner of my mouth twitch. Almost a smile. "Ass."
"Saint," he shot back.
We started walking toward my apartment. Elon fell into step beside me, his hands in his pockets.
"So," he said casually. "How's the acting thing going? I saw some behind-the-scenes photos from your last project. They looked intense."
"It was fine." I pressed the elevator button. "We wrapped production two weeks ago. Now we're in post."
"And the new series? The supernatural one you're producing?"
"Starting production next week. A different agency is handling it this time. Luminous Entertainment."
