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“No no, really. It’s not that I just ah, I was kind of a horrible person in high school and I want to address that because I’m really not that person- not that I’m exactly great now but I’m really different so..” As if he needed to say that; Sebastian Smythe would have been smooth and casual from the second they spotted each other the other day, while Barry was fumbling as awkwardly as ever and making no sense.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay that didn’t help my case at all so I’m going to hang up and meet you there and I’ll explain.” Good enough. He only waits a moment before hitting the end button and nearly throws the phone blindly in his exasperation with himself. But that was that, so he had somewhere to be and he wasn’t going to be late on top of it all so he pulls up a map and ignores the looks he receives from a few teammates, making it obvious they heard his end of the conversation. He really was only this bad when he was particularly nervous like this.
Blaine was about ready to tell Sebastian that he had nothing to worry about. They were kids and as far as he was concerned? Sebastian more than made up for the quote unquote unforgivable mistakes he made at the beginning and middle of their friendship. Why would he hold those things against him now? It was years later and they were both grown men. Letting go of negativity is the only way to truly survive in life. Somethings might be a hell of a lot harder to release than others but Sebastian’s ‘crimes’? They didn’t earn him a life sentence as villain in Blaine’s world.
Nothing but silence and his wallpaper when Blaine pulled the phone from his ear after wondering if Sebastian really did hang up on him. That’d be a yes. The rest of the ride was spent in silence with Blaine’s thumb hovering over Sebastian’s name while debating if he should call back. In the end? He settled for walking into the familiar comfort of the Stonewall. Here–people recognize him. They know his voice and the songs he likes to play on nights where he can steal a an open mic spot. A few wave at him and he waves back. Crimson shoes hook on the rungs of the his stool and his eyes fail to wander too far away from the door as he waits hoping that hang up wasn’t the first sign that Sebastian was going to not show up.