For a moment, Rex just stared at him. Then, just as Aren began to squirm, unexpectedly, he leaned back and chuckled. The sound wasn't mocking, but it rattled Aren all the same.
"Relax," Rex said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I believe in you. His tone carrying the steady confidence Aren lacked. Then his expression shifted, sharper, more firm. "But you're right—you're still a rookie. You can't handle everything alone. And I've got my own matters to deal with, so I won't always be able to step in and carry the producer's load."
Aren froze for a moment, his fingers tightened against his knees. The weight of responsibility pressed down harder now. The words were true, and he knew it, but hearing them so plainly unsettled him. His pride urged him to prove himself, but the pressure pressing against his chest reminded him of how inexperienced he truly was."Well…I'll try and give my all"
But even as he said it, his voice wavered.
