Awkward silence fills the Anderson living room as the two boys- revolves, almost- sit on opposite sides of the coffee table. Blaine keeps bouncing his knee up and down while tapping the arm of the chair he's sitting in. Sebastian has his hands intertwined with his elbows against his knees as he looks at the table between them. They've been like this for almost eight minutes. Sebastian is tempted to just get up and leave; obviously this was a bad idea come over to apologize. Blaine probably wouldn't except it anyways- just look what he's done to his eye- and the fact that his sister was here beforehand doesn't make the situation any easier. The fact that Sebastian needed medication for something was now out there, and he could tell that was all Blaine was thinking about.
Another minute passes before Blaine's foot finally drops to the floor completely. Sebastian jumps at the sound. Blue-Green meets Hazel in a questioning stare. Neither teenager wants to start up the conversation; both know that it'll end in disaster anyways.
Blaine can't get over the fact on how different Sebastian looks. He looks so laid back and ordinary- still attractive, yes, but ordinary- and all in all tired. A sigh escapes the Warbler's mouth as his eyes fall back down to the coffee table. "It's called Wilson's Disease." He finally breaks the silence. Blaine couldn't help his chin from quivering at the word; disease. Sebastian Smythe, mister Independent and taking on the world, has a disease; and not the kinky kind that Nick once joked with Blaine on. No, Sebastian was sick, and just that simple fact changed everything Blaine Anderson ever thought about him.
"Oh," Blaine simply says, his eyes focusing on the corner of the coffee table. He could see Sebastian watching for his reaction, but Blaine doesn't show any sort of reaction. His expression is blank; the only thing giving away any sign of discomfort or sympathy is in his eyes, and one of them is covered, so Sebastian can't really tell what's going on in that raven haired head of Blaine's. Sebastian lets out another sigh; this time, it's not a tired on. It's almost an annoyed one. Leaning back against Blaine's couch, Sebastian watches Blaine with a bored expression. He's about to give the book definition of what's going on, like he's done so many other times before. He's tired of having to explain it; he has it memorized to a 'T' by now.
"Wilson's disease is an inherited disorder where there's too much copper in my tissues. It causes damage to the liver and nervous system. I got it from my mother, though she doesn't have it. She just carried the trait." Sebastian explained. Blaine blinks a few times with discomfort. A lump in his throat is starting to form; how did Blaine suddenly feel like the bad guy here?
"The copper in the tissues deposits in the liver, brain, kidneys and here's the kicker…eyes." Sebastian says coldly. Blaine finally watches Sebastian's face. The slightly younger guy runs his thumb over his nose as he sniffs and looks away from Blaine. His legs are spread apart and his tapping his middle finger knuckle against his leg nervously. Blaine's never seen Sebastian so vulnerable before. It's unsettling, shockingly.
"Eventually the tissues would be so damaged that they die off, meaning that my organs will stop working," Sebastian meets Blaine's eye, his finger still hooked around the bridge of his nose. Blaine bit the inside of his lip, unsure what to say to the guy he hated a few hours ago. Things seemed so surreal these past few days; Blaine never expected any of this to happen. He never expected to get a Slushie full of rock salt in his eye; especially from Sebastian. He never expected Sebastian to be sitting on his couch a few days later, and he never expected Sebastian Smythe to be seriously sick in terms other than slightly mental.
"How uh…" Blaine clears his throat, unable to speak properly. "How long would that take?" Sebastian keeps changing where he's focusing on; when he's talking, he's staring at the front door, imagining himself running away at any moment, and when he's not speaking, he's watching Blaine to see if he'll run away at any second. Sebastian's eyes are cold when he meets Blaine's good eye. It's only for a second before he looks away again.
"Honestly?" Sebastian started tapping his thumb to his thigh, watching it as if it's the most fascinating thing in the world. "Not that long."
Something twists in the pit of Blaine's stomach; it's so uncomfortable that he groans and looks away from the boy sitting across from him. Blaine collapses against his seat, his hand going up to rest on his cheek below his good eye. Suddenly his eye doesn't bother him anymore. Sebastian notices the change in Blaine's behavior as fast as it happens; he's used to everybody acting different once they find out. He's had to tell his teachers; that was a blast. He had to tell his mother, who cried for hours saying how it's her fault- it sort of is- and he's had to tell, or at least, wanted to tell, his baby sister, who barely spoke to him for a week until she calmed down. Telling people was not fun; it sucked.
"Look," Sebastian sucked in a lot of air as he leaned forward. "I don't need you're sympathy, alright? I don't even deserve it." After what he's done to Blaine- but what should have been Kurt- he doesn't deserve anything. He doesn't deserve the medication to 'make him better' because he caused damage and hurt to someone else; someone he might actually care about. Isn't that a twisted thought, Sebastian Smythe feeling so guilty that he doesn't want his medication anymore?
"Compared to that, my eye doesn't matter," Blaine mumbled. Sebastian still heard it, and it made him groan.
"It does matter; I was an ass hole and you got hurt because of it. You could lose your eye, damn it." Sebastian stood up quickly, his voice growing louder with frustration. Blaine looked up at him with the same frustration.
"It's not your fault." Blaine snapped back. Sebastian scuffed.
"Not my fault; right," Shaking his head, Sebastian looked away from the old Warbler. "I put the rock salt in the Slushie…I threw it at Kurt…you got hit with it, and now you need surgery on your damn eye…how is it Not. My. Fault?" Sebastian bored his eyes into Blaine's. The boy sitting shivered a bit in his seat. Blaine had to look away; they were in a difficult situation here. "That's what I thought." With that, Sebastian went to live the household. Blaine stood up, but Sebastian was already at the front door.
"Sebastian come on," Blaine tried to make him stay.
"Whatever," Sebastian opened up the door. "My sister's waiting, I gotta go."