Sebastian burst through the door with practised ease, his eyes searching for the 'emergency'.
He saw the open doors of Jim's walk-in, and rushed over. He stopped at the threshold when he saw Jim's searching form, making a mess of the usually organized space.
As Jim felt his presence, his posture changed. He stiffened and straightened quickly up. There was desperation in his eyes as well as his usual madness. His impeccable suit had no creases, as always, whereas the area around him was covered in crumpled designer wear.
"Seb! I can't find my Westwood tie."
Sebastian, even after spending so long with him, could barely prevent his jaw from dropping.
"You… called me over…with our S.O.S. signal… to find a tie."
With each word he moved closer to the madman in front of him.
"Seb…"
The crazy genius tried to convey his desperation, and Seb could only shake his head.
He lowered his lips to Jim's ear.
"You should have checked your bed. You know, where you set your clothes out?"
It took a split second for Jim to raise his eyes in shock, before he scrambled past the giant to check.
And when he did, his childish, joyful shout of laughter sounded out.
Seb counted 10 seconds before he emerged from the wardrobe and flicked his phone open, pressing speed dial, and calling Natasha.
He'd barely barked out orders for the cleaners before his words were choked by the arms of a certain madman.
"Thank you."
Jim all but purred beside his ear, standing on his tiptoes.
Sebastian turned to face him, and wrapped an arm around his waist before leaning down to claim his lips.
Jim couldn't stop himself from murmuring a reminder against his lips;
"Westwood…"