sebastian cursed inside when blaine heard the sound as well and turned to look. damn it. he sighed but there was no use. still, he was relieved when the other didn’t motion to leave, despite the apology. sebastian shrugged.
❝we were done, anyways.’ it was crude, and tactless, but he didn’t really care. it wasn’t like he had to be careful about blaine’s feelings for him. ‘you know me.’ he said, dismissively, though that DID churn his stomach a little.
why did it still bother him so much what blaine thought of him? blaine seemed alright enough with who he was to keep being his occasional friend, and it wasn’t like there was any lingering questions about other possibilities. having SUNG at his engagement and now being here, mending his broken heart over another man, didn’t exactly leave room for wondering, or doubt. and he was okay with it. he just wanted to help. he told himself that again and pushed the embarrassment off his head. ‘sorry.’ he said, after all, because of how flushed blaine looked. ‘i told him to be quiet.’ he rolled eyes.
he rose green eyes, curious, at the new words. there’s a reason i’m here. what was it again? he felt the urge to spill the words. WHY? but didn’t. he never did, when it came to blaine. asking for more than blaine could or would give never ended well for either of them.
he offered a shortcut out for both of them. some way to still get blaine to feel better, without keeping on torturing them both with that conversation. blaine had got it off his chest after all, and as sebastian had stated, he wasn’t exactly good at the advice part of it. blaine didn’t want to drink. so what was left besides a bucket of junk food and something to pass the time on the tv? he nodded.
‘good.’ he got up and grabbed his phone from the coffee table, where he’d dropped it earlier, after almost sitting on it while his date got them both on that same couch, and the remote besides it. the latter he tossed towards blaine. ‘pick something.’ he told him, nodding towards the tv. his father paid for at least 10 different platforms for movies and series, besides netflix. ‘i’m gonna order us enough food to make us throw up.’ he half joked, as he got on the phone.
Blaine heard the door click shut in the momentary quiet created by Sebastian dialing in their food order. Poised with one knee bent on the mattress of the folded out sofa bed–the shorter of the pair curled his lip between his teeth and let his attention wander back towards the empty doorway leading out into the hall.
‘You know me’, Sebastian’s words from earlier echoed back. Why was Sebastian not the only one who’s stomach wasn’t feeling all that great? Not that he had any right for his brain to suddenly shift course and focus back onto that. Or feel any sort of way. Or even for the half-whispered apology from Sebastian that he received. His chance for them to mean anything but the prime example of how they were together in this room right now provided.
Yet here he was. Sebastian. There to answer the door in the middle of the night and kick out some random thrill for the night just to make sure he was okay. Sebastian was always there. And he kept coming back. Over and over. Because Sebastian would never turn him away.
Sebastian always opened the door and invited him in. Sebastian always answered the phone. Even if he sat silent on the other end because he didn’t want to sleep alone but didn’t know what to say either. Blaine didn’t realize he was pulling the thread from the hem around the wrist of his cardigan as he watched Sebastian hang up the phone. The remote was sitting untouched by Blaine’s knee when their eyes finally met.
“You’re always here. No matter what..,” he whispered letting go of the battered edge of his sweater. The poor thing was beat up enough. “I keep coming back here. Time and time again. Does it get old? You can tell me..” Finishing crawling up onto the sofabed, Blaine sat back on his heels kneeling and hands pressed together with their backs touching the insides of his thighs. “Just be honest. Please?”
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