Warning(s): Suggestions of sexual harassment/rape by a parent
A/N: It's what you've all been waiting for... I would have loved to write one of the other scenes Kurt and Sebastian are in together, but this got lengthy really fast. So expect all of that in the next chapter. Happy Reading! Once again, I don't own Dog Sees God or Glee. All characters or dialogue from the script belong to Bert V. Royal and Ryan Murphy.
Kurt really didn't want to have to do this.
He did not want to do the romantic Beethoven and CB scenes with Sebastian Smythe. And he didn't want Sebastian to have a fifty percent chance of getting in the show if Kurt had the same chance of getting in. It had been years since their run-ins at the Lima Bean, but there was something in him that broke when he saw him again, and he couldn't stand the sight of him.
"Alright, Hummel. Are we gonna rehearse this or what?" Sebastian asked, pulling Kurt from his thoughts of how much effort it would take to ship Sebastian off to Uganda.
"Guess we might as well," Kurt replied, sighing as he sifted through his papers to grab the scene that they were doing first: the one where CB invades Beethoven's private practice time during lunch to tell him about his dead dog.
They went through the scene as quickly as possible to get a feel of it, not looking up from their papers to interact with each other the whole time. Rachel and her partner were just coming out of the room when they were done with their first scene, so with the least amount of eye-contact as possible, they agreed to read through it a few more times before they were called in.
After the third time around, there were still three pairs of actors in front of them, so they split up, and Kurt went and met his other CB; a very attractive blonde named Victor that Kurt remembered as the guy Sebastian was flirting with before.
They made their way through their two scenes a few times with no problem, and Kurt found that it was easier to act off of Victor than Sebastian. So he held on to a little bit of hope that if he got cast, Victor would be his CB. He wouldn't mind kissing him one bit. Speaking of kissing...
"Hey, you know what I think would really wow the director?" Kurt asked, biting his lip to contain a smile.
"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at him, leaning a bit closer.
"We should really kiss at the end. I don't think anyone else here is doing it, and it will give him a chance to show him how flexible we can be, and how easy it will be for us to trust each other enough to do it every night," he explained, crossing his fingers behind his back. "If... if you're comfortable with that, of course." he added quickly, just in case. If he was straight, which he seriously doubted (his hair totally gave it away) then it might be awkward for him, which he didn't want to risk.
To his relief, Victor nodded in agreement.
"That's fine. I can do that," he assured, puffing his chest out just slightly. "How about we practice now?" he asked, ducking his head shyly even though he could tell that he wasn't shy about it at all. Flirty bastard.
"Sure." Kurt squeaked out. Before they knew it, they were leaning in, slowly moving closer and closer... so close-
"Kurtbastian, get in line!"
Kurt heaved a sigh and pulled away from Victor, giving him an apologetic smile before going over to stand in line once again. He wondered if it was in the Smythe family genes to be a cockblock, or if they both were just naturals at being annoying and wrecking intimate moments.
"'Kurtbastian', really? Why does his name have to go first?" Sebastian whined playfully as he made his way up to his sister.
"Because 'Sebkurt' sounds stupid." Shannon retorted with a shrug.
"Well, 'Kurtbastian' does too," Sebastian replied, leaning against the table. "Admit it." Shannon heaved a sigh, blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine. They both sound stupid. Now get in line." she said, nodding towards where Kurt was standing and trying to ignore the conversation about their couple name. Sebastian walked over without any argument, standing closer to Kurt than he would have liked.
"I know that you don't have a sense of personal space, but I do. So if you'll kindly just move, that'd be great." Kurt said, not even looking up from his paper. Sebastian merely chuckled in response, inching away only a little bit so that he was still in Kurt's personal space bubble. Kurt didn't say anything about it, he just stood as still as possible so he wouldn't have to touch the other boy, reading over the scene.
A few more people were called as they joined the line behind them, while they took the place of the people in front of them as they went in. The closer they got to the audition room, the butterflies flying around in his stomach multiplied. Kurt didn't notice until they moved to the front of the line that Sebastian had took his hand and was squeezing it tightly.
If the whole hand holding thing didn't catch him off guard, Sebastian's face certainly did. He looked a lot more nervous than Kurt probably did. He was paler than usual, constantly nibbling his lip, and his palms were notably sweaty. It was kind of off-putting that the all-confident Sebastian Smythe was nervous about an audition.
Sebastian looked down at him when he noticed him staring, and then his gaze fell to their connected hands. He pulled his away quickly, wiping his hand on his jeans, murmuring a "sorry."
"S'okay." Kurt murmured back, wiping his own hand on his pants without thinking.
Before they knew it, the pair before them was coming out, telling them both to "break a leg" before walking back into the lobby. Kurt swallowed thickly before looking back at Sebastian to see if he was ready to go in. Sebastian gave him a nod, before motioning for Kurt to go in before him. He slowly walked back into the room, clutching his paper tightly in his hand. The room was a bit smaller now that they moved a few chairs, a table, and a small electronic piano off to the side.
"Hey, guys," Max greeted with that infectious smile on his face, making both boys calm down just a little and smile back at him. "Now, Kurt, I noticed that on your resume it says that you can sight read. Is that correct?" Kurt nodded, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. "Well, now, you don't have to, but we'd like you to play a little bit during the scene when it says to, if that's not a problem for you, of course."
"No! That's fine. I can do that," he said, smiling softly at him. Max smiled back as the assistant director scribbled something down.
"Great. Just, set up whatever you need, and start whenever you feel ready. Okay, guys?" he said, causing them to nod politely and start setting everything up. Kurt pulled the piano to the middle, making sure it didn't unplug itself, while Sebastian put a chair behind it, and one beside it for him to sit. Once they got situated, Sebastian and Kurt stood next to each other in front of the table and slated.
Once they were finished, Kurt sat down at the piano, while Sebastian moved off to the side so he could walk in and start the scene. Kurt put his script on the music stand in front of him beside the sheet music for Chopin's "Prelude #4 in E Minor Op. 28/4" for him to play at the beginning and "Heart and Soul" to play at the end.
Kurt put his fingers on the keys, glanced up at the music, and started to play. Sebastian walked on and stood to the side, directing the monologue to his audience as he pretended to continue writing a letter to his penpal.
"I heard a song. The song was simple. Much more simple than what he usually played. I was passing by the music room when I heard it," he got silent, listening to the music. "I don't know if Fredric Chopin had a dog, but maybe he did? And maybe he wrote that song because his dog died, too," he thought about it for a moment, before shrugging. "I don't know… Maybe." he murmured, pretending to walk into the music room, getting lost in the song.
Kurt pretended not to know Sebastian was there as he got lost in playing the song, until he heard Sebastian start sniffling, and let out a fake, yet still convincing sob. Kurt quickly turned around to find the source of the noise, tensing up when he saw Sebastian, who tried to pull himself together.
"You're not supposed to be in here. I have permission to practice during lunch. But nobody else is supposed to be in here." he said quickly, throwing his defenses up out of habit, like Beethoven would have done when he saw someone who bullied him, not quite meeting his eye. Sebastian wiped his eyes quickly with the back of his hand.
"You've gotten really good. I mean, you always were, but — who wrote that? Beethoven?" he asked.
"Chopin." Kurt replied, looking back at the keys on the piano, wringing his hands in his lap.
"Do you mind if I just listen for a little while?" Sebastian asked, looking sheepish. Kurt sucked his bottom lip in his mouth and nodded, turning back to the piano to resume playing.
"God. This is really embarrassing," Sebastian paused, taking the seat next to him, not looking up at him as he quietly played. "My dog died. He got rabies. They, um, had to put him under." he looked up then, waiting for any kind of reaction from Kurt, but he didn't get one. Kurt just kept playing, chewing on his lip every now and then as Sebastian continued with his monologue about his dead dog.
"I looked up rabies on the internet. It's an acute viral infection. It's transmitted through infected saliva… I guess he must have been bitten by something that had it. Maybe a fox or a raccoon. Bats can have it too." Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt could see Sebastian doing little fidgety things, a little taken aback at how into it he was, and how progressively more upset he got. "It travels from the bite to the spinal cord and the brain. Then the victim gets a really high fever and uncontrollable excitement, then spasms of the throat muscles. That's what causes them to salivate. They can't swallow water. Another word for the infection is 'hydrophobia,' which of course means 'fear of water.' God… can you imagine not being able to swallow? That must suck." he explained, looking back at Kurt for another reaction, who only gave him a slight nod, staring down at the keys.
Kurt felt himself start to get more annoyed as he kept talking, not sure if he was Beethoven being annoyed with a former friend and current bully, or if he was Kurt getting annoying with Sebastian.
"It's weird," he breathed out, running a hand through his hair as he started to ramble. "We had him vaccinated when he was a puppy; guess it doesn't always work," beat. "We had a funeral for him. Well, my sister and me did. I think I was supposed to say something, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I just stood there, frozen, like an idiot," he let out a self-deprecating chuckle at that, tugging gently at the roots of his hair.
"My brain went numb and that's never happened to me before. I mean, there's always something going on up there, right? Even in the subconscious. People meditate to clear their minds. I don't get that. I don't ever want to have a clear mind again," he looked down at his lap, looking down at his hands. "I guess I was thinking by burying him, that I'd have some closure or feel his presence there or something and I didn't and that just freaked me out, so I don't know. I mean, have you ever had someone close to you die and you can't stop thinking about them and w-what's happened to them?" he choked out, tears gathering in both his and Kurt's eyes because that line really hit him.
Kurt started to play louder as Sebastian continued going off about death, feeling an intense emotion bubble up inside of him, thinking of Finn and his mom, and how he had felt that way when they had first died. It was sad to think about, but at the same time he got so mad that, even when he thought he was strong after Finn's death, he was still having those kinds of thoughts. He was supposed to be the strong one in his family, but he wasn't and it sucked.
"It's like you're stuck in this morbid place and there's so much death that you feel like your head is going to explode and it makes you think that you're not even there. That maybe you're dead, too."
With that final line, Kurt smashed his hands down on the keyboard, making a cacophonous chord, breathing heavily. Sebastian whipped his head around to look at him, with actual tears in his eyes that threw Kurt off of a second.
"What?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Well, it's just that you haven't spoken to me in years. Except to call me a 'faggot' or to dislocate my shoulder a-and all of a sudden I get a stream-of-consciousness monologue about your dead dog while I'm trying to spend the only moments of my day that don't truly suck," he was about to slam his hands down again, when he stopped himself, trying to calm down as rage boiled low in his gut. "And, you see, there's some missing component to this conversation, other than an attentive listener. A segue, I suppose?" he asked as Sebastian blinked back tears, throwing his own walls back up around him after his moment of vulnerability, which almost threw Kurt off-guard.
"Forgive my bluntness. Please don't hit me. But I could give two shits about you or your vacant mind or your morbid curiosities or your dead fucking dog, so why don't you just leave?" He raised his voice, motioning towards the direction where Sebastian came in. It took a moment for Sebastian to let all of that sink in before he started to defend himself.
"I never dislocated your shoulder!" Kurt scoffed, shaking his head.
"According to my doctor, you did. In shop class last spring, you twisted my arm behind my back and told me that you wouldn't let go until I said that— and I quote — 'I like to get it up the ass.'" Kurt practically spat out, feeling his throat start to tighten up.
"I was just playing around with you," Sebastian said, actually sounding sincere about it on more than one level. Kurt was still a bit butthurt over the whole rock-salt slushie dilemma, so he decided to bring the emotions he felt when Sebastian apologized, telling him it was just meant to ruin his clothes and not to blind his ex-boyfriend.
"That makes me feel a lot better! At least I know it was all in good fun!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Now I remember… through my screaming and the searing pain, I definitely recall hearing laughter. Anyway I can contribute to the fun of the group…" he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"We were just messing with you." Sebastian tried. Kurt kept shaking his head, feeling chest start to ache for some reason.
"Fuck you, CB!" he practically screamed in Sebastian's face, watching as his eyes widened as he stood up, not picking up his paper.
"I'd rather you say 'we beat the shit out of you because we can't stand you' than to say you're just 'messing' with me!" he explained, his voice going up into a higher register than it already was, which was quite a feat. "That implies light teasing or slightly opprobrious behavior. I… I haven't had lunch in the cafeteria in two and a half years for fear of going home with some part of it smeared across my shirt!" he choked out, feeling tears prick in his own eyes. "I haven't been in a bathroom on campus since the time my head got slammed into the wall… I believe you were there." Kurt accused, pointing a finger at him.
"I didn't do that!" he yelled back, shooting out of his own chair and getting defensive.
"Yeah?! Well, you didn't stop it either! And the faculty doesn't care. You know what I'm so sick of hearing?" he asked, not waiting for a reaction before continuing, using an obnoxiously high, too-sweet sounding voice, similar to that of a certain counselor he used to know.
"'They only pick on you because of their own insecurities.'" he scoffed, "The classic guidance counselor line! 'Oh geez, Mrs. Blank, since you put it that way, my head doesn't hurt so much anymore!' And what really kills me is that everybody wonders why kids bring guns to school and shoot you fuckers down." he pointed at Sebastian again, scowling. The silence filled up the room rather quickly as Kurt tried to calm himself down, willing himself not to cry. Not now.
"Maybe you're not the bully, but you stand idly by and watch. In my eyes that makes you even worse. So – Please. Just. Go." he choked out, turning his head so he wouldn't have to look at him. Sebastian stammered, trying to think of something to say,
"Maybe if you didn't act so –" he was cut off by Kurt spinning back around to look at him, pretty sure his whole face was red.
"What? What, CB? How do I act?" he snapped. Sebastian hesitated before answering, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well… Gay." Kurt frowned, glaring at him.
"And how does one act gay?" he asked, sure that he had asked this question way too many times before. "By playing the piano?" he asked when he didn't receive a reply from Sebastian, walking around the piano, sliding his hand over it, before smashing on the keyboard once again. "Oh, it must be all those times I ogle the football team. Maybe I'll stop carrying around a pink purse. Or openly sucking dick in plain view of the entire student body!" Kurt yelled, throwing his hands up yet again, getting fed up.
"What?! What is it?!" he asked desperately, stepping closer so Sebastian could clearly see the tears threatening to spill. Sebastian took a step back as Kurt got closer, trying to act like the better person in the situation, even though they both knew he wasn't'.
"You're being hostile and I'm just trying to talk to you like a civilized –"
"I don't want to talk to you!" Kurt practically screamed, laughing hysterically, pulling at his hair, not even caring that he ruined his perfect quiff. "I just want to be left alone! I don't need social pointers. All I need from you is an apology for the five minutes that you've stolen from my day!"
"See, this is why you don't have any friends." Sebastian shot back.
"I think we both know why I don't have any friends," Kurt choked out, pursing his lips.
"Oh, don't be so melodramatic!"
"You're in here crying about a dead dog and I'm being melodramatic?!" he asked, letting out an incredulous laugh.
"Just shut the fuck up about my dog, okay?" Sebastian snapped, getting defensive again.
"Or what? You'll hit me? Go ahead," he spat out, walking back around the piano to get up in his face, adrenaline rushing through his veins.
"I'll show you how people get hurt and don't run away to cry like a big fuckin' baby." Kurt said, not hesitating to start shoving him.
He'd had it.
At that point, he and Beethoven were so fucking done.
Done with bullies, done with high school, done with CB.
Done with Sebastian, done with Blaine, done with Rachel, done with the pompous know-it-alls at NYADA, done with cockblocking Shannon… just done with everything.
After a few more shoves and a few hits to the chest with Sebastian even flinching or moving, he started laughing. Like, not fake laughing. Honest-to-god laughing.
"What's so funny, asshole?" he asked, his voice an octave lower, which only fueled Sebastian's laughter.
"I'm sorry. Nothing." Sebastian lied, holding his stomach while trying to calm down.
"I don't see anything to laugh at." Kurt said, his fists still clenched by his sides. Sebastian wiped tears off of the corner of his eyes, his laughter dying down.
"It's just that I was scared of you for, like, a second," he chortled. Kurt couldn't help but join in on the laughter, unclenching his fists. It was stupid of him to think that he could actually stand up for himself, and actually scare a guy like Sebastian… er, CB. Last time he had done something like that, he had ended up in the hospital.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said, wiping his own tears away, sniffling a shook his head.
"No, it's okay. I deserved it," he admitted, looking up at him under his eyelashes. "Promise me you won't bring a gun to school." Sebastian said after a beat, clearing his throat before shoving his hands in his shook his head and shrugged.
"I don't know where to get one," he admitted, in a small voice. Silence settled between them, as they both shuffled around awkwardly before Kurt spoke up, looking up at him with big eyes. "You were one of my best friends. You all were. I just... I don't get it," he said, running a hand through his hair. Sebastian frowned, looking guilty as he shoved his hands further inside his pockets.
"It's no consolation, but – well, can I be honest?" he asked.
"Yeah." Sebastian sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face before replying.
"No one knew what to say to you after your dad got arrested... It was awkward." Kurt swallowed thickly, trying to surpress images of what Beethoven's dad might have done to him.
"It was more awkward for me." he muttered.
"I'm sorry we weren't there for you," Sebastian said, biting his lip. Kurt could practically see guilt clawing away at his insides... for more than one thing, he wasn't sure.
"That means a lot." Kurt replied, offering him a sad smile.
"See, now you're being sarcastic again." Sebastian accused, furrowing his eyebrows. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, shaking his head.
"No, I wasn't." Sebastian chuckled, running a hand through his hair again, out of habit.
"Oh... well, it's hard to tell with you." Kurt hummed in agreement, chuckling softly, rolling his eyes almost... fondly. But it wasn't because neither Sebastian nor Kurt knew each other very well... and CB and Beethoven weren't as close. Sebastian looked at him for a long moment, smiling softly before extending his hand out towards Kurt.
"Truce?" Kurt stared at his hand curiously, raising an eyebrow as he looked from his hand, back up at Sebastian.
"I wasn't fighting a war... but okay. Truce." he said, before shaking his hand politely. Their hands stayed together for longer than expected, before CB awkwardly pulled his hand away.
"Are you-?" Sebastian began to ask, before Kurt cut him off. They both knew what he was going to ask.
"I... I don't know. I've never had sex, so it would be hard to say at this point." Kurt replied, shrugging a shoulder, glancing back at him.
"But what about-?"
"My dad?" Kurt asked, frowning as he felt his stomach churn. He shook his head, not looking at him as he leaned against the piano. "I don't think that's considered sex," he muttered, staring down at the floor. The room stayed silent for a long time, only the sound of Kurt's breathing could be heard, as he shut his eyes tightly, trying not to think about the situation his character would have been in to cause his father to go to jail.
"Do you remember how my dog used to howl whenever you played the piano?" Sebastian asked gently, breaking the silence as his fingers hovered over the opened his eyes, looking at Sebastian.
"Yeah. I always found it pretty insulting," he said with a broken chuckle. Sebastian chuckled lightly, rolling his eyes.
"He was singing along," he said, pulling his chair over closer to the piano sitting backwards as he rested his chin on the back of the chair, looking up at Kurt. "What do you think happens to pets when they die?" he asked as Kurt sat down, biting his lip. Kurt gave him a sad smile.
"They go to Heaven." he said simply.
"You believe in Heaven?" Sebastian asked, a little shocked.
"Sure," he said with a shrug. "There has to be some reward for having to live through this." he murmured, biting his lip.
Though Kurt wasn't a firm believer in God himself, and that it was easier to believe that you just become worm food when you die, he could see where Beethoven was coming from. It would be nice to be able to believe that he would go to Heaven when he died, where God would be waiting for him at the all-famed pearly gates to tell him that he was proud of him, and that he was still allowed to go in. But he didn't.
"And you think there are animals there? In Heaven?" Sebastian asked, looking hopeful. Kurt sighed, giving him a painfully sad smile.
"'The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, and the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them. The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. The infant will play near the hole of the cobra, and the young child will put his hand into the viper's nest.'" Kurt recited.
"But... my dog killed a living thing, Beethoven. Wouldn't God be mad?" Sebastian asked, tilting his head to the side innocently. Kurt let out a shaky sigh.
"He was sick, CB. He couldn't help it." he replied, shutting his eyes for a moment. Kurt always thought that Beethoven was referring to both Snoopy and his father at that point, which just made the whole scene that much more emotional. He opened his eyes and looked up at Sebastian, who looked absolutely depressed. Kurt kind of wanted to give him a hug, but he refrained. "You know they say a dog sees God in his master. A cat looks in the mirror," he joked, smiling softly when he got Sebastian to smile. Sebastian shook his head and chuckled, looking up at the ceiling.
"I fucking hate cats."
"Me too." Kurt chuckled. Sebastian stared at him for a long moment and smiled a real, genuine smile, making Kurt's heart stutter in his chest for some reason. Sebastian stood up, and dragged his chair over to set beside Kurt's, motioning for him to move over so he had room. Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes as he moved, watching as Sebastian looked at the sheet music for "Heart and Soul" and started playing the bass part, shooting a grin in Kurt's direction.
Kurt couldn't help but smile back, searching his face before joining in on the treble part. Sebastian started to hum along with the song as he banged on the notes, obviously not finding this as easy as Kurt did. Sebastian stopped after a while, prompting Kurt to as well. He looked at the older, paler boy for a long moment, his eyes shooting to Kurt's lips.
He felt his heart start to pound erratically in his chest. They didn't talk about actually kissing. Sebastian never told him he was going to kiss him. He hoped that the director would stop the scene there when he noticed how long this was taking, but he didn't.
Suddenly, Sebastian swooped in, and took his face in his hands, crashing their lips together. Kurt squeaked in surprise once their lips met, but soon he found himself kissing back, just for a moment.
The kiss was fleeting, because once Sebastian realized what he did, he pulled away. Soon, he scrambled out of his chair, and stormed out and off to the side, while Kurt was just left to look confused. He wasn't even acting. He was genuinely confused.
The silence filled the room once again as Kurt stole a glance at the table where Max and his assistant director sat. They were pretty much gawking at the two of them. It took them a moment to regain their composure, and Kurt was pretty sure he heard sniffles, as they sifted through papers, and scribbled down notes. Sebastian walked over to him, and held out his hand for him to take. Kurt looked at it for a moment, still a bit dazed before taking it and standing up.
"That was... that was great, guys. Fantastic work." Max praised, grinning at both of them. The assistant director nodded in agreement, chewing on the cap of her pen, her mascara slightly more smudged than it had been before they started.
"Thank you," Kurt and Sebastian said in unison, looking at each other before chuckling and looking away. Max looked between them, and his smile grew when he noticed that they were holding hands again. This time it was Kurt to pull his hand away, kind of feeling weird about the whole hand holding thing now.
"We can't wait to see your next scenes. Tell the next people that they can come in in a few minutes. Wendy here will tell them when to come." he instructed, and the boys both nodded.
"Thanks again," Max said as they grabbed their papers from where they left them, and walked out of the room. Sebastian told the pair behind them to wait before going in as Kurt scurried out, trying to find Rachel to tell her what happened. He stopped him before he could get too far though.
"Jesus, Hummel. Slow down a second, will ya?" he asked, rushing to meet him. "I know you're begging to tell your little girl friend about how much of a good kisser I am, but I want to tell you something." he said, making Kurt stop in his tracks.
"What?" he asked, sure that he was blushing just because of the comment.
"You... you weren't half bad." Sebastian said, offering him a half-smile. Kurt rolled his eyes and nodded, not sure if he was talking about the kiss or the scene.
"You weren't bad either." he said with a shrug, smiling softly, not sure what he was referring to either. Sebastian opened his mouth to say something else, when none other than Victor walked over.
"Hey, guys! How did you do?" he asked, mostly looking at Sebastian as he talked. Kurt noticed Sebastian's real smile fading a little, a fake one taking its place.
"I think we did pretty well." Sebastian replied with a shrug.
"Awesome! Well, now that you've had your turn... I'd like to take Kurtie here back to practice." Victor said, now looking at Kurt to wink at him, making his whole face turn red.
"Go ahead. But we need to meet up to do our 'scene' later." Sebastian did air quotes, before winking at the blonde.
"Sure thing, big boy," Victor replied, looping Kurt's arm with his. "See you later." he said, before pulling Kurt off without another word. Kurt didn't object, but he wasn't too happy with having to be pulled away so soon. He stole a glance back at Sebastian, and he swore he could see him looking back, with that same depressed look on his face as he did earlier.
If he felt a little bit sad for Sebastian at that point, he would never admit to it.
A/N: Feel free to review and tell me your favorite part!
