The realization. (A shitpost)

"Hey." Sebastian glanced up from his cup of tea. Jeremy was staring. Not at anything in particular, in fact it seemed like he'd just stopped mid movement and stared staring into space. The only thing in front of him was a blank white wall and Sebastian had to wonder what exactly he was doing.

He waited, expecting Jeremy to continue, something about his tone making Sebastian a little unsettled. That was very abrupt of him. But Jeremy did not continue for quite some time so slowly Sebastian lowered his cup. "Yes?" He prompted with a puzzled frown.

Then suddenly Jeremy moved, hands slamming down on the table right in front of Sebastian with such speed and violence that the blond man jumped with a shout of alarm. Spilling his tea. Jeremy stared at Sebastian, eyes wide as though he had somehow just uncovered the secret of the universe and Sebastian had to wonder if he'd somehow found a way to get his hands on some drugs. He certainly had a ready supply of them back in the day.

"I just realised something." Jeremy said seriously, deadly serious. Too serious. What the hell? "We are fucked up." He concluded and Sebastian just kinda looked at him like….well yes?

Clearly?

"As in, really fucked up." He stressed, not clocking Sebastian's stare at all. "Like…is this healthy? This isn't healthy. I've killed half the people I ever employed-"

"You most certainly did not."

"—and you're like a freak of nature that's only half there in the head, and the other half wants to stab me to death every other hour."

"Jeremy have you been drinking?"

"No, no, yes all morning, no, hear me out here. This whole thing is crazy unhealthy isn't it? Like I'm clearly manipulating you, you're blackmailing me – we're all fucking the Parks over with their generosity and shit and don't even get me started on the emotional baggage going on here. But somehow, somehow, for some unholy reason we are currently living together drinking tea and shit." Jeremy continued, beginning to make some bizarre hand gestures, looking more and more befuddled with every word.

"Are you done yet?" Sebastian asked flatly.

"Does this look like the face of a man who is done to you?" Unfortunately… "And can we just touch on all the different levels of fucked up Stockholm Syndrome is? Oh yes, this relationship is definitely the pinnacle of balanced. Not even a tiny bit abusive, not at all."

Sebastian was getting a headache, pinching the bridge of his nose didn't help the problem. "I'm starting to feel the abuse now." He muttered grimly but Jeremy only slammed his hands back down on the table, shouting. If he wasn't drunk or high Sebastian hoped that he was, at least then there would be some excuse for this.

"How the fuck does this relationship function?"

"It doesn't!" Sebastian snapped back angrily.

"Then why the fuck are we still here, why do I still want to drink your shitty coffee and look at your stupid face!?"

"Why are you asking me? I don't understand this shit either, Jeremy!"

"FUCK!"

(Malice apologizes for this)

Lost some progress here

with Sinclair's burns,

Sorry about that.