Aren swallowed hard. His face was flushed again, but his voice was steadier this time.
"I'll do it," he said, almost defiantly. "I'll sign. Just… let me direct it."
Rex didn't respond right away. He simply looked at Aren with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, letting the silence thicken and stretch until it was almost unbearable.
"I don't care if my name isn't on the poster," Aren continued quickly, as if afraid Rex would turn and walk out again. "You can change whatever you want. Take the credit. Change the ending. Rewrite the whole thing, if you want—I don't care. Just let me direct it. That's all I want."
Rex considered that for a beat.
