❝Tsk. Faults.” he repeated, amused and bored at the same time. “It is not your FAULTS that annoy me, jiminy. It’s your general, appraised, and drooled over, lack-there-of.” He rose an eyebrow. “It’s tragic, really, that you don’t think anyone living in this boretown of a borestate would require diversions.” He shrugs, brushing off the big deal Blaine puts over it. It was an innocent enough commentary. He still didn’t get how entangled in his own thoughts the other got that he didn’t realize the second meanings behind each of his own digs, and how at the end of the day, Sebastian was never half as mean as he could be if he actually wanted to. Sure. Blaine annoyed him, because Blaine was seen as the perfect boy by all the adults who hated him —- because his father would likely agree — but what annoyed him the most, was the fact he KNEW that wasn’t all he was, that there were other sides to the boy that he kept HIDDEN just to please those above him, and that it WORKED, and even then, he didn’t take advantage of it. It was like watching someone spin on their heels, and not realize they were moving forward, still fretting like they were stuck, whereas people like Sebastian, actually were. That was the infuriating part. Blaine had everything, but still denied himself to have it, believing he didn’t, and stepping on the side of himself that wanted it.
Sebastian gave him a look, interested at his reply. I’d never. “Don’t now about that, Anderson, I’ve seen many a prim boy like you snap. It’s not pretty.” Felt it too. “But I’ll keep that in mind.” He didn’t particularly ENJOY being beaten up, it wasn’t like that was why he did it – push people – he just liked to see people without their masks, which was something not many appreciated from him. He did know about the provost’s deal, which was the only reason he had accepted it in the first place, Lacrosse was one of the few things that gave him any joy lately. Despite everything, he wanted this stupid idea to work, if he couldn’t really make it on his own.
“I don’t, huh?” He says, amused by the boy’s reply. “Surprise me, then, Anderson. Now that would be entertainment.” He smirks. “Maybe if you can actually SHOCK me, I’ll even quit trying to get to the bottom of you.” He kissed his fingers in an affected show of a promise. He chuckles at the question then shrugs. “Why would that be a RISK? At worst they’ll think then that I finally got into your pants. You might be a nerd, but there’s still a hot ass underneath all that dorkiness, I wouldn’t be bothered by them thinking that.” It was better than then thinking he needed tutoring anyway. He smirked, as the other finally looked up at him, enjoying the challenging front, and the way Blaine was finally coming out of his defense and evade position, to actually engage. This was a lot more FUN.
“On you go, your highness.” He taunted him, as he opened the door to his bedroom but hung over it, so Blaine would have to scoot past him, a smirk on his lips as he watched him. After Blaine was in, he stepped in, himself, and closed the door, sighing as he dropped his backpack and took off his blazer, rolling his shoulders. “Alright. What horrors you have programmed for me, jiminy?” He asks, as he stretched like a cat, after taking off his tie, and then sits on the floor, his white shirt untucked and top buttons undone. He put back against the end of his bed, and one leg bent up and the other stretched out as he opened up his back pack and started going through it, gathering notebooks, books, and pencils and rubbers.
Stopping in his track at Sebastian saying he had a lack of faults, Blaine stood staring at his back trying to figure out if that was why Sebastian hated him so much. That he saw him as faultless when that was nothing near the truth. Striding quickly to catch up—he shook his head and palmed over his mouth piecing together what he had to say before he opened up another can of worms when there were so many strewn across an already littered ground that was crumbling beneath them anyway. Faults? “I-I have faults. I’m not some faultless and pristine person that you have to hate because you’ve put me in this imaginary role in your head. Why would you see me like that?” Here he was thinking Sebastian saw past so much and realized him for the truth everyone else never wanted to see. What he wouldn’t let them see. Fautless? Hardly. Sometimes he wondered why he’d let himself become so hidden that even someone like Sebastian couldn’t see through it all.
Because in spite of his denial of all the parts of himself he kept under lock and key? There were so many times where Blaine knew that part of himself wanted someone like Sebastian to call him out. Make him stutter and stumble and crack. Then… Want to know those parts more than what he let shine from the surface. Because that would be something so different. But the longer they walked together, the more he began to realize that wasn’t going to happen. Disappointment followed the realization. Sebastian’s voice had faded into a murmur of background noise to his own thoughts. When he tuned in again? He barely realized he was carrying on a conversation and Sebastian was replying to something he quipped back.
“No. You don’t. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re pretty clueless. Especially about me,” dark brows rose up and his chin tucked towards his collar in mocking disbelief. “Surprise you? Why would I want to bother trying? You couldn’t make the effort any less appealing. No thanks. Besides? Whatever would I do without your struggling and failing attempts at figuring me out? I mean. You’re doing such a great job so far,” his sarcasm was dripping. He flushed red up his throat, along his jawline and forced himself to swallow through the momentary lapse of his self control to not let Sebastian dig underneath his fingernails so badly that he’d bring his temper to the surface. “You wish. Like I’d ever–.” Grinding teeth to keep his mouth closed, Blaine stepped past Sebastian being careful as to avoid touching him and entered the room with only a roll of his eyes at the continued taunt about what Sebastian would love others to think. “Whatever..” Anyone who knew him would know he wouldn’t be with Sebastian for that. Not with how the other boy treated him, especially.
Hooking his thumb underneath the strap of his satchel, he swung it to hang in front of his waist and opened the flap not bothering to take a seat but looking for a surface to work on pointedly ignoring Sebastian making himself at home. A glare at his clasp was his retort to Jiminy being used yet again. The desk was closest. Anything to speed this torture up. He dug out a binder with Dalton’s logo on the front and his pen. Both were sat down with a thud next to his bag and he took a moment to rub the crick in his neck out. Tension was a hellish thing to deal with. “What are you struggling with most? We can start there. You tell me.”
Sebastian felt empty. He knew that Blaine walking out wouldn’t make him feel any better. The damage was done now, and he wouldn’t be able to get Blaine out of his head for weeks, much less the next few hours, locked in a white room alone and bored out of his mind. He was between a rock and a hard place, as he usually was when it came down to Blaine. The other staying would only give him bitterness over the fact that he wasn’t SUPPOSED to be there in the first place, and that nothing good ever came out of it in the end. He’d gone through that road too many times now not to know better. And on the other hand, he didn’t want to be alone either, but it seemed like the only option. He played vaguely with the idea of going through phone’s contacts, looking for someone he could call, that’d actually show up to something like this. There was none, of course. He didn’t have FRIENDS, not like Blaine, he had booty calls, and acquaintances. And for most part he was fine with it. Except for times like these.
Blaine looked like he was about to implode, and Sebastian felt pissed about how much he hated to see him like that, and yet he also knew he’d hate more to see a different type of guilt in his eyes. He wondered if Blaine regretted ever helping him. He felt his throat tighten bitterly, and he had to ask. He had to know what was going through Blaine’s head when he did that. If he even cared at all, still.
He looked at Blaine as Blaine didn’t look at him, and felt frustrated that he couldn’t just see through the honeyed eyes, like he usually did. He screwed his eyebrows at the words, frowning, then swallowed.
“Sure… Just not enough, right?” Only enough to put them through shit, but not enough to want to actually stick around. “I can’t— DO this, anymore, Blaine. We can’t keep starring in this shitshow. This whole pretending I’m one of your ducklings, thing. It’s not true. We both know that. And it feels like hell.” He swallowed, tighter, chapped lips parting. He hated to admit those things, but he had no choice. “This halfway thing we’ve always had, it doesn’t work.” He gave him a look, daring Blaine to contradict him. Even back when they were just trying to be friends, Blaine was embarrassed of it, hiding it from his real ones, keeping Sebastian at arm’s length. And even after they’d finally shared a bed, it’d still been a font of guilt and shame, and something that could never live out of four walls. “Never did.” He grasped at the sheets on his lap with his non injured hand. “And it doesn’t go anywhere good.” He downed his eyes then, looking sideways. “You gotta let go.” And I do too.
Hurt eyes watched Sebastian warily. His breath stopped and he was frozen. Every bit of himself waiting for the reaction to his reply to come crashing down because that was exactly what he knew was going to happen. Sebastian asked the question but he already had the answer in his head. Blaine’s gut told him that regardless of how what he said? Sebastian’s mind was made up. He made a mistake. He wasn’t welcome here. Nothing he said he did could change those two facts. But he didn’t regret coming. There wasn’t a shred of a fiber in his being that would allow him to turn his back on someone he cared about after witnessing them nearly die and walk away as if he was never there.
Blaine would rather take any amount of pain than live with the question of what might’ve happened had things been a little worse when they got here. If Sebastian might’ve been gone forever in a matter of minutes. Or hours. He would have to live with himself knowing that he was last person who to see him and could’ve been there. Only, instead, he simply left him to suffer alone. Maybe that amount of guilt was what he deserved. Not knowing, going home, sitting up forever reading the newspaper or calling hospitals to see if Sebastian made it without him being any the wiser that someone out there was worried. Maybe that panic was what fate decided to dish out to him. God knows he was a horrible person to him when they were close. What right did he have to the peace of mind that he felt last night knowing Sebastian was safe and he’d be okay? None.
Nor did he have any right to hope that this might be some sort of turning point. That Sebastian would listen to his truth and, if he was willing, let him be there to help. A groundwork for something better than they ever had. Something built from the literal pavement up.
“I get it,” his voice cracked and his heart fell, “I never gave you enough. You’ve made that abundantly clear. All of this was a mistake. I understand. How many times do you have to say it? I messed up. Is it really a surprise? That’s all I ever seem capable of doing with you. I made the wrong choice coming and an even poorer one when I stayed. I hurt you. Again.” Deserving nothing and expecting too much, Blaine’s gaze dropped to the ground when Sebastian finally spoke up and said what he was anticipating. In very easy to understand simplicity. Time to let go. For real. Time to say goodbye and never come back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for things to turn out like this. Or any of it to turn out the way it did. I—it doesn’t matter.” His shoulders slouched and he looked all the more small the more he caved into himself. Like he’d just curl up until he disappeared if he had the ability. “I’ll listen. You won’t see me–” A pained sound left him at the last part and he was crying but hospitals were used to that. “–I promise, Sebastian.” He couldn’t breathe and his throat couldn’t squeak out the last of what he had to say, so he smiled a goodbye and turned to go before he really lost it in front of him. Cause that was his own problem to deal with.
( mssg » trent | sent) I know you’re in class. Blowing up your phone before I run into my next one. Sorry! Why didn’t you tell me about this guy Sebastian? ( mssg » trent | sent) I haven’t been gone that long, have I? ( mssg » trent | sent) You better haven’t forgot about me already. I might not be there but something that big? I figured you’d be gushing about him by now?
( mssg » trent | sent) What’s his story? What do you know about him? We spent nearly an hour talking and I have so many more questions. He seems to have heard you guys blowing up my reputation a tad. You’re biased, I hope you know? ( mssg » trent | sent) Still. I can’t stop thinking about our talk. I miss you guys so much. Always will. Today was a huge reminder. One I’ve been trying to not let myself have.
( mssg » trent | sent) We should get together this weekend? I’ll come up there.
“Then don’t.” Sebastian told him, an earnest, but careful, emotion revealed in his eyes, behind the tumbled walls Blaine always kicked down whenever he was around. “I’m serious.” He said, already predicting the breath of laughter that was sure to erupt from Blaine’s lips. Blaine who always took whatever Sebastian said with an Atlantic Ocean of salt. He stepped in, even as his heart lept, encouraged by the way his wrist was being held and touched. “Don’t go.”
He shook his head, asking again, his voice quieter now. “You can crash in my room.” He licked his chapped lips. “And in the morning you can waltz into the provost’s office and tell them you’re coming back. They’ll probably throw at least four feasts in your honor.” He paused for a while, just looking at Blaine… His honeyed eyes that always made Sebastian feel like he was drowning, not in the cheesy, romantic, way, but almost painfully so, his lungs going tightly out of air, even more pain screwed in at the reminder he’d almost ruined one of them. He felt as though one wrong breath, a muscle twitch in the wrong second, and Blaine would crack into a million mirage pieces, and Sebastian would be standing in that room alone. Because it had to be his wild imagination that Blaine had been allowing this, those late nights, and now was even willingly touching him. He wondered if Blaine could feel how his pulse was racing under the touch.
“You don’t seem happy.” And now his voice as almost gentle. Sebastian wouldn’t know. He had never tried to be gentle with anyone else before. But if he could compare it to anything, that was the best he could hope for, that that was what Blaine would hear. “Not lately, Blainers…”
“Stay….”
Then don’t. Blaine fell in line with Sebastian’s predication like clockwork. His eyes, though glistening with a little bit of hope to hear exactly what he had, squinted at their corners. Right before, the soft laugh that rattled in his chest more as series of huffs, barely audible and more seen rather than heard, had him shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Exasperation. Not that he thought Sebastian was crazy. He was anything but that. Hearing what you want to hear and thinking it was possible? A huge difference. Oh, but he didn’t want to walk out of this room and leave the comfort these four walls held inside. The smell of leather and old books. Wood polish and sunshine through the floor to ceiling windows. A faint sound of music and singing in the air long after the voices faded into a murmur of activity behind closed doors leaving only the two of theirs echoing quietly.
Sebastian. Sebastian. Blaine let his knees buckle and sat down on the sofa. His landing untimely and hard enough to make him bounce twice. He never let go of Sebastian’s wrist though. Super glue grip, much?
That would be the reason he wanted to stay most. Someone apart from them. Someone who knew him in ways he’d never let anyone know him. The other parts of himself that Warbler Blaine who transformed into Blaine Warbler when he exchanged navy blue and crimson for bow ties and boat shoes whispered through the other end of the phone. Tapped out in careful texts. Shared underneath a blanket of Westerville stars with the hum of his or Sebastian’s pools in the background. Late nights with Blaine sitting on the floor and Sebastian sprawled out in bed talking. In ways no one could ever know because it would be made into something it wasn’t and he never wanted to be on the end of being chewed up and spat out for the company he kept. Until, you know, he was. Then the incident. Then an ebbing into nothing but radio silence and it’s way too far past salvaging. Heartbreak and a plane ride. Insomnia and stolen trophies. Who would have thought that would be what brought them back together again?
Now, Sebastian was asking him to stay. To crash in his room and pointing out the obvious. That pet name made him break eye contact. “I’m not,” he drug out the the t, stressing the consonant between his front teeth. “I haven’t been.” A glance to the fingers he pressed into freckled ivory skin before pulling, ever-so-lightly, in a gesture for him to come nearer. “I want to be. I’ll stay. Let’s hold the feasts until we talk more? If that’s okay? I could just really use someone to talk to.” Really talk. “You want to go up now? Or we can sit here if you want.”
Sebastian eyed Blaine from the corner of his eyes, as he finished setting the movie, once he realized Blaine hadn’t. He saw his hesitation and wavered. “Everything alright…?” He asked, hesitant, himself. He should have googled it. But then it looked like Blaine’s face was lighting up, and Sebastian waited, batted breath. He heard the questions, and pinched his nose, awkwardness welling up. Whelp. “I… Never done it before.” He admitted, the lightest flush on his face, which was something of an unicorn. “Not much of a tea buff.” He scrunched up his nose. “If you’d asked for a espresso…” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow, as he hit play. “You want one?” He could do that.
He gave Blaine an inquiring look, and just then the bell rang. “Food.” He mentioned, getting up with a groan, and walking over to the door, grabbing his wallet from an end table on the way. “Hey, gorgeous.” “Hey there.” He cleared his throat, as he still smirked sideways, because it was his prerogative to flirt with Freddie. He fished out the money and some extra and pushed it into the boy’s pocket. “Not tonight, Freddie.” “Got company already?” Sebastian nodded, and got the bags, Freddie smiled at him. “Put in some extra fries for you. See you soon?” Sebastian smiled, smug. “Later.” He watched him leave, and was turning to get the burgers inside, when the pizza arrived, and the chinese, soon after that.
He got it all and strolled back to the living room. “Hope you’re hungry.” He announced, as he set the box with the pile of bags on top, down on the coffee table. “You want coke? Or a little something more?” He asked, as he opened the bags and started to spread the food around, chinese food boxes, and burgers and fries, and opening up the pizza box. “We’ve got the Attorney’s bar all to ourselves.” He noted, then he was finished. “A la Smythe.” He made a bow like a fancy waiter, one arm pressed against his chest, then fell sat on the couch, putting his feet up the coffee table, after grabbing a burger.
“The fact that you tried is all that matters,” he smiled so wide his cheeks nearly swallowed up the corners of his eyes. The first real, huge smile he’s had in weeks it feels like. Where it wasn’t forced, faked or filled with doubt that he should be smiling when a world of apologies was waiting behind the gesture. Seeing the blush on Sebastian’s cheeks? No matter how faint the crimson was on the freckled ivory skin Blaine came to be utterly fascinated by more often than he’d ever admit? Knowing he put it there made him feel warm inside. Proud of himself, even. Content? Yes. Content. “Oh? Coffee? Maybe after dinner.” Wasn’t their food close by now? Then, like mucked up tea and the need for some serious face stuffing summoned the first round? There it was. “Speaking of which,” Blaine thumbed towards the door when the bell went off.
Hazel eyes still sparkling from his chuckle followed Sebastian’s retreat as he blindly sat the tea mug on the end table. He listened to the exchange and turned to look away from the direction if came from when it became a bit awkward feeling like the third wheel to the food delivery guy. How stupid was it to think he should? Sebastian was a flirt. Always had been. Blaine was just not used to hearing those kinds of affections go to anyone else other than him. Which he had no right to stake a claim to considering he was taken every time they were. But there’s something in the exchange that made him feel…different. Sebastian bragged about his escapades to anyone who would listen. However. At the end of the day? That tone of voice was only ever truly directed at him. Even if he only waved it off, blushed or looked away? He was greedy and flawed enough to admit (only to himself) that Sebastian’s attention was something he cherished because he felt like it was his..and his only. Not for Rachel, not on New York, not towards anyone or anywhere else but for him. Selfish much?
One after another, their dinners arrived and by the time Sebastian returned to the living room? Blaine let the misplaced and very much unwarranted awkwardness go, trading it for relief that Sebastian was back and the smell of the sweet and sour chicken inside one of those bags forcing him to realize he hadn’t eaten since New York (lunch with Kurt before their night out..) again. A rumble in his stomach followed and his hand rested on his belly trying to muffle it. “Wow. That’s..alot,” he laughed at Sebastian’s bow and the massive amount of food laid out for their taking. “Um.. Coke and something a little bit more please? Whenever is fine.” Cause he could go for both and pretending a drink wasn’t a good idea was as dumb as his momentary lapse of sanity less than a minute ago. “Hold on. I’ve done nothing for this feast. Let me go fix our drinks. I remember where the bar is,” he grinned and climbed off the massive sofa bed grabbing an egg roll along the way. “What do you want? Say it now or I make it up.” He shot the lanky boy on the couch a raised brow. Don’t test him. He totally would.
Sebastian was already driving, when the next texts came through, siri spelling it out for him as he sighed. Figures Blaine would be a troublesome drunk. He’d caught a sliver of it before, but never got to truly experience it, before Kurt got in the way. “Still think you’re that bad, huh? We both know you’re not, killer. Stay put. The real bad here’s coming for you.” He dictated, back, as he stepped harder on the speed pedal. He didn’t want anything to happen to Blaine, ever, and specially not when he’d trusted Sebastian of all people to come fetch him and look out for him. Sebastian had every intention to see him safe and sound, tucked in bed, before the night was over.
He made it through the city, until he reached the more isolated part of town, where gay bars, and freaks like them, frequented. He tightened his shoulders. He hoped Blaine wasn’t walking around. He relaxed as soon as he approached the right block, and spotted a gelled head sat on a street bank. Thank the Devil, and Bacchus, and every power that protected drunkards, and bohemians.
He pulled over, drawing down the windows. “My… If this is where all hot schoolboys hide, I might just have to pop around more often.” He parked then got out, walking towards him. “Time to go, killer. Your smooth ride’s here.”
Walking until he figured he wasn’t sure where to go from here, Blaine flopped down on the edge of the pavement and dug his heels into the rocks, dirt and whatever else sort of treading he could get to keep his knees bent and his legs from falling. It wasn’t the most clean sort of place. Or comfortable. At least he wasn’t sitting just outside the club where people kept coming and going and asking him if he was okay. This would do for now. Until Sebastian got here.
Speaking of the Devil! Didn’t his phone go off a few steps ago? Oh! Yeah! Blaine fished it out of his pocket having to lift his hips up to reach it and stared until the screen blurred into one blurry image that a squint finally let him make out. Ha! Stay put! Like he was getting up any time soon. Nope! He didn’t bother texting back but promised Sebastian with a firm nod of his head that he’d stay put. The glowing bar sign was only less than twenty or so yards behind him, close enough. Sebastian would have to pass by anyway. Kicking at the dirt, he swayed to the right when the sound of a car stopping caught his attention long enough to drag it up from whatever rocks were underneath the sole of his shoe. Sebastian!
“Sebastian! Hi...” An easy, lopsided grin greeted the taller of the pair as he drew near. Blaine waved off the hot schoolboys comment with a roll of his eyes and a drawn out, “Nahhh. I think they’re still inside,” that was a jumble of tones and run-on words. Two attempts to get up had him flustered each time they failed until his hand reached up, fingers wriggling for help!
[ + killer ] right. [ + killer ] the games you play with my fragile heart, blaine anderson. [ + killer ] you don’t say. [ + killer ] because you wanted to give us all mortals a shot at catching up? [ + killer ] THREE guys?? well, well. i’m very impressed. [ + killer ] all i’ve ever wanted. [ + killer ] we’ll see about that once i get there, bud. if you got keys, i’ll sneak you in.
Sebastian was already moving, even as he picked up the phone at intervals, to text back, grabbing a new shirt, shrugging a blazer on, and putting on his shoes. He was by his door when he noticed Blaine hadn’t pinged him yet.
[ + killer ] buddy? i’ma need you to give me that location, now.
One minute later he was inside the car, the one his father’d given to him as a birthday gift a while ago. He started it and checked his phone again, before setting the GPS and starting after Blaine.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) t’s true becase i think you deserve rmeo then a text booty call.w ehre’s the class in thaT? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) befoer you can ask mewhere the class in this is? i already asked msefl taht like a second ago. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) More liek two and a half cause I’m only paying half attention to the one that’s a litle creepy. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) sneak me in? tHeres no one home for you to sneak me past. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) guess who got ourside?
Blaine was over the moon by the time he got outside the bar. Bright eyes that were nearly bursting with not-so-sober giddiness that he once would never have stepped foot outside alone to chase after at the bottom of a glass. Most of the time he’d encourage anyone he cared about from going out alone to drink without a buddy. Heck, even a stranger would, probably, get his advice. Even if they wanted it or not. Yet, here he was. Unpredictably..here.
Speaking of here! He forgot to finish what he was saying. A proud, happy grin over his front teeth later and he pressed send on a two letter reply.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) me.
Only that was the last thing he sent before his phone vibrated in his hand. Shut eyes snapped open and he lifted his head off the wooden pillar beside the bench he’d rested it on. A notification hit Sebastian’s phone. Could you take a guess where it blipped from?
‘So THIS is your idea of happily ever after?? When your kids ask you how to end a fight in a relationship, you’re gonna teach them to propose?? Because that’s so healthy. I’m not bitter, you idiot. I’m trying to HELP you. You’re fucking up your life. Worse than I almost fucked up mine. And NONE of your so called friends seem to have the balls to tell that to your face. I do. Stop being a prick for a minute, and be the Blaine I used to know. THAT boy that I met in a Warbler practice, would NEVER propose to someone thinking it would end all his problems. That boy would want to propose to someone after a whole planned dating life, and with his whole record straight. Say what you want. I might never understand how gay face’s brain works. But if you tried to pull that on me in PUBLIC after I broke up with you, I’d be pissed. If coercing someone that broke up with you into marrying you, in front of all your friends and enemies, is your idea of a fairy tale, then by all means, knock yourself out. Or maybe. You could THINK about the shit you’re doing.’
A request to speak alone after the shouts and hugs came to a stop should’ve given him warning once they were behind closed doors? There was no other outcome for their ‘conversation’ other than the one that was slammed down on him with the force of a hammer driving railroad ties into his feet. With no hope of escape? All Blaine could do was brace for the impact. His heart sank until it felt like it was swallowed up. While at the same time? Something in him began to snap. That practiced poise and self control he’d gained through nights of slamming his fists into sacks of leather or someone who could hit back and dancing until his feet felt like they might fall off crumbled. By the end? It was in ashes at his feet. Blaine didn’t look up from the point behind Sebastian’s knees his gaze fixed itself out of fear of what he might do if he did. “End all my problems? Coercing someone into marrying me? If that’s what you think this is? You never knew me. That’s the thing, Sebastian. You don’t know what’s been going on with me. Or him. Or us. You don’t know a third of what we’ve been through. What we’ve moved on from. What we have. But.. Sure. I’ll stop being a prick. Starting now. Don’t worry; I’ll try to have us out of your hair as soon as possible. Don’t be there if that’s what suits you. If that’s who you think I am.. Which you obviously do. After today? You’ll never have to deal with me..or my shit again.”
( mssg » sebastian | sent) Hey. I’m sorry to bother you but are you awake? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) I know it’s late but I can’t sleep. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Guess that’s sort of obvious. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) I could just use someone to talk to. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Anyway. If you don’t see this til morning, I totally get it. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Just one of those nights, you know?
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