Jim woke jerkily, now back on the sofa in damp the living room, almost falling off it altogether. A pair of firm hands caught the criminal and rolled him onto his back, their owner grumbling. "Be careful, Jesus.." Sebastian growled, "Or have you forgotten, again?" the sniper virtually spat his words in disgust as he shifted to his feet, already prepared and more than willing to dive straight into an argument.
"No, not now, Seb, please. wait a while..." Jim twisted under Sebastian's glare, his head spinning and his gut churning as the light invaded his vision. Jim curled into a ball, Hiding his face with a cushion.
"No, James, now.- Actually, y'know what?" Sebastian grabbed the cushion and hurled it across the room, kicking the coffee table in his anger. Jim peered at him from under his arm, biting his lip aprahensivly.
"Every time you do this, every time, you lie. you say your gonna stop, then you do it anyway." he laughed hollowly for a second, "And i always have to fix you up, every time. And d'you know what'd happen if i don't? if i just stopped helping? you'd die. kill yourself." he laughed again, his voice cracking slightly, "Well, not any more. Fuck this, and fuck you." Sebastian stormed out of the Manor towards the garden, slamming every door he came across. Jim watched him go before groaning loudly and rolling off the the sofa, trying to follow the sniper, only to double over in a wave of nausea and pass out on the floor.
Sebastian stamped back to his shed, growling as he unlocked it and grabbed the rifle again, leaving it unlocked. screw Jim Moriarty, if he shoots himself, fine. The sniper trampled deep into the forest before finally coming to a stop, sweating in what was left of the day's heat. Seb sunk down against the base of a tree, dropped the gun to his side and drew his knees up to his chest as his temper began to simmer away. After what could have easily been five minutes or two hours Seb slowly got up, finally calm enough to hunt. the land belonging to the manor house didn't have much game or deer, But for Sebastian finding them was almost as fun as pulling the trigger.
Seb hunted for half an hour or so before slowing to a stop by the shimmering water of the lake, drawn in by the reflection of the sunset.
Jim woke a few hours later face down on the wooden floor boards of the living room, still with a blinding headache but now more than capable of walking around. Primarily, Jim never bothered to follow Sebastian when he was angry, but today there was a possibility that the Sniper may have actually left. He stood stiffly ans streched, groaning as he thought over Sebastian's words. Jim knew he wouldn't have stayed in the house, Sebastian had a profound love of the outdoors, but after that the criminal had no idea where his sniper was.
The house was surrounded by nearly a mile of land, including the forest and lake, so Seb could be anywhere. Jim slowly climbed up the stairs, hoping to be able to spot Sebastian from the roof, if no where else. Jim opened the rusty metal door with some effort and swung it against it's hinges, squinting in the light of the setting sun as he walked to the edge of the roof. After a moment he spotted a dark figure at the far side of the lake, sitting against a tree. Jim grinned triumphantly and rushed back into the house, picking up a pair of sunglasses and a bottle of asprin on his way out the door.
Jim quickly poured the contents of the bottle into his hand and choked down the pills, tossing the empty pack into a cluster of shrubbery as he reached the first few trees.
Sebastian heard his bosses heavy footsteps in the distance and groaned, absorbing the last of the peace through closed eyes before regaining his composure and pretending he hadn't heard anything. Jim sat down against the tree by Seb, who instantly shifted away.
"Seb..."
"No."
"Seb-"
"No. No, James, I've had enough."
"...It's Jim."
"Is it?" Sebastian glared at him pointedly until Jim turned away, disheartened.
"Yeah, I just..."
"Just what?" Sebastian turned on him aggressively, "Just another mistake?" he rolled his eyes and turned back to the lake, repulsed. Jim said nothing in reply, just examining their surroundings curiously for a few minutes. "What's that in the water?" Seb looked up, a little perplexed at the unexpected question.
"Fish."
"yeah, but which kind?" Sebastian squinted at the darkening pool for a moment before answering.
"Trout." Jim nodded seriously at him in reply, looking around for something else.
"how about that?" he pointed to a group of several tall pink bell shaped flowers.
"Fox gloves. Don't touch them," he caught Jim's outstretched hand roughly, "poisonous. Idiot..." he chuckled before remembering he was supposed to be angry with Jim. He dropped his hand quickly and turned back to the lake. Jim yawned loudly on purpose, now sure of himself, and shuffled over to Sebastian, resting his head on the sniper's shoulder. When he didn't flinch Jim took his chance and crept into the much larger man's lap, curling into a tight ball and drifting into a light sleep before Seb could raise a finger to stop him. Sebastian stared at his boss incredulously for a moment before stroking Jim's hair. He had to give him some credit, no matter how pissed he got that slick bastard always managed to turn the tables on him, with infuriating ease.