towards sebastian mixed with his anger at yoba, at his grandad for getting sick, the anxiety and worry that had been gnawing at him for weeks blending with the overwhelming sense of despair.
he does his best to push all those feelings aside. for now, he needed to shower.
he can feel the wet, slimy sensation of raw egg dripping down his back and onto his slightly-too-small letterman jacket as he slowly turns around. anger bubbles up inside him, but he bites back.
"thanks," he replies, voice flat and unwavering. "good thing i had to shower >
in an instant of his own, every ounce of positivity that had built up over the course of being in the company he sought had the plug pulled and left to drain. he regrets letting this rare instance of warmth be snuffed out by the one person he knew better than to put his faith »
know what he'll do if he loses another person that important in his life.
the tears make it hard for him to see as he fumbles to get the key into the lock, impatiently blinking them away. his morning workout had only temporarily cleared his mind, and now, the anger he felt >
glancing from under mussed up brunette hair, sweaty strands stuck to his forehead. his grin falters as he catches sight of sebastian, but he's back to smiling quicker than you could blink— though it looks much.. faker.
"excuse me, i have to go."
he pushes past, shoulder >
it's no surprise that sebastian is lost in his own right— he doesn't know the first thing about protein powder, workout supplements, working out in general. he could* learn, if he wanted to, but that would be energy taken away from the things he deems far more important.
while »
clipping the other's aa he does. he doesn't apologize again, and heads for the counter, walking maybe a bit faster than he was before.
he hands pierre his payment with a brief, "keep the change," and heads to leave, pushing the door open and stepping out into the sun. he >