"Is something wrong, Nicky?" Javi asked, his eyes filled with genuine love.
But then, the CIA knocked. Or rather, they cornered Nick in a bathroom. The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) ...
"Just... the weight, Javi," Nick said, leaning into the absurdity. "The unbearable weight... of all this talent ." "Is something wrong, Nicky
"We need you to spy on him, Nick," the agent hissed. "He’s a high-stakes arms dealer." of all this talent
He took the gig. The host was Javi, a billionaire with the soul of a fanboy and a DVD collection that could be seen from space. They didn't just bond; they catalyzed. They spent three days drinking expensive mezcal and debating why Con Air was actually a neo-realist masterpiece.
"Being me is a full-time job, Richard," Nick whispered, his eyes widening in that specific way that suggested he might either weep or hijack a plane. "It’s an Olympic sport. It's a high-wire act over a volcano of cinematic history!"
Nick froze, his hand halfway to his hair. "You want me to... act? As a spy? In real life?" He let out a laugh that started as a wheeze and ended as a primal scream. "I’ve played a chemist, a treasure hunter, and a man who stole the Declaration of Independence. This? This is just Tuesday."