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Richard paused in front of the plate window, polished to the point of perfect reflection.
But the reflection he saw was not perfect.
The reflection wore a scowl he’d worn so many times in so many roles. He dropped his head, leaning his forehead on the wall, arm supporting his weight, wishing he could reach out and touch the confident man there.
The man who wore the same yellow sweater, the same brown jacket, had the same cobalt eyes and dark, close-cropped hair.
Bu the man there was not him, just a shadow, just a reflection of what was inside.
A hand cupped Richard’s cheek. Mirror Richard brought his eyes up to lock gazes.
“Go out and be the confident person I know you are. Go out and speak with Thorin’s bearing, with Guy’s brooding, with Lucas’ intelligence. They are you as I am you. Tuck away the shy, and let us come out and play. Not just when you are in front of the camera. All the time.”
Richard looked away, returned his gaze, finding he watched his perfect reflection with Thorin’s eyes, with Guy’s smirk, and with Lucas’s stance.
Always listen when your reflection speaks to you, more often than not, they speak the truth.