GUY RAPHAELSON:
((Guy watched Lucise leave, keeping his eyes on him until he had fully disappeared from view. He sighed then. He wondered what was happening between them. He felt so special in Lucise's arms; he trusted Lucise as completely as any person could trust another, and certainly more than he trusted himself; perhaps more importantly, he could tell that Lucise cared about him in a special way. It made him feel a little brighter and happier and more open with the world when he thought about it. Even if the plan wasn't layed out step by step, even if the end wasn't in sight, he could still move forward. Lucise had helped him to see that.))
((Guy looked at his watch, noticing that he wouldn't be able to get through his morning routine entirely in time to eat and be on the set by a normal time, so he would have to use his shortened version. He went to his suitcase and grabbed a large toiletries bag, then stepped quietly into Lucise's bathroom where a shower and sink waited for him. Four hair products, a body cleanser, two facial cleansers, two toothpastes, a bit of floss, and two mouthwashes later, Guy felt almost as good as new. And it had only taken him 55 minutes. He felt his cheeks, wondering if he should shave again, but decided not to. He didn't like lifting the blade up to his skin. The metal had an odd smell. Within another 25 minutes, Guy had dressed suitably, groomed his hair and eyebrows, and had applied his daytime cologne. When he stepped out of the bathroom he found Lucise staring at him, his arms crossed across his chest.))
**What?**