Jim's scared. No, he's not scared, he's mahoganyterrified. He's never felt anything like this before. Frozen in place, his heart feels like it's pounding out of his chest, and he thinks he's going to throw up. His assistant sounds worried, but he simply dismisses her. Sebastian. The word echoes through his head dimly. He can't think of anything else for a few minutes. And then his brain starts and he wonders how it happened. Had Seb been speeding again? Or.. had it just been a mistake? He could clearly picture Seb, twisted and mangled, being pulled out of the car.

Dead.

Jim pressed his head into his hands, swallowing. He felt oddly disconnected from the world, head spinning wildly.

Dead.

Of course, no one had told him that Seb was dead, no one at all, but he suspected it. I mean, what other conclusion could you pull out of 'high-speed crash'?

So it was that he found himself curled up on his couch, staring blankly at the two pills on the coffee table. He hadn't considered this side of letting Sebastian into his life - a decision that he had hated himself for in the first place.

He hadn't ever thought that he would be losing Seb.