Author's Note: Welcome back to the most boring filler chapter of all time. Just a warning. *hides in the corner*

Sebastian set his phone down after hanging up. Lizzy sure could talk, but he was happy to be informed of the baby finally arriving. He looked back up at Claude and steepled his fingers. "Where were we?" he asked, feeling terribly rude for taking the phone call in the middle of the conversation.

"Talking about how you should try to win Ciel back." the man replied, waving his hand in a dismissive fashion and his eyes never leaving the book on the table that separated them. "You didn't even ask about him, I noticed."

Sebastian fell further back into his chair and picked up his coffee, taking a long gulp of the liquid. "Lizzy is his cousin and she's just as pissed as he is, but she's still willing to talk to me. I've tried asking about him already and she won't say anything."

"Maybe you should go home and see him?" Claude finally raised his eyes, their golden color holding an emotion that he was sure he was hiding very well. "I'm going back in a few weeks to get something from Hannah if you want to join me." He quirked an eyebrow.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Claude." He sighed and took another drink. "If he wanted to talk to me, he'd return my calls or texts."

Claude rolled his eyes and slammed his book shut. "Listen, Michaelis, I told you not to do anything to fuck it up. And what did you do? You cheated on him." His eyes hardened. "And now you're going to win him back, but that involves doing everything I fucking say. Do you understand me?"

Sebastian's eyes widened in response, but he nodded none-the-less.

Sebastian plopped down on the couch in Claude's apartment. "You know you have a really nice place for working at a coffee shop," he shouted, and he heard a laugh from the kitchen.

"Thanks," Claude replied loudly so Sebastian could hear him. "Do you drink?"

"Yes and no. What do you have?"

"Beer. Want one?" Claude walked out of the kitchen with two beers in his hands. He handed one to the ravenette before he could even answer. "Hannah and I were very civil with our divorce. She sold the house shortly after our settlement, mostly because I kept all the money we had saved up together. She has her own apartment back home."

Sebastian opened his drink, feeling bad all of a sudden. "I really am sorry for telling her."

"No, don't be. I would have had I been in your situation, too. It was stupid of me to cheat on her with Ciel. I couldn't help myself, though." Claude stared at the wall, clearly thinking about the bluenette.

"I understand why. He's… special."

"Yes, he is."

Sebastian took a gulp of his beer, shaking his head as it slid down his throat. "So is everything okay with you and Hannah?" he asked, turning on the couch to face the other man.

"No, not really. She barely speaks to me, and I know it's hard for her." Claude ran a hand through his pitch hair, golden hues locked on his own bottle. "I feel terrible for doing what I did, but that doesn't mean I regret it."

"Yeah, I understand." He turned his cognac orbs to the tv that was opposite to the couch. "Got any games?"

"Hell yeah, I do. You like Call of Duty?" Claude sat his bottle down on the coffee table, and he got up from the couch excitedly. "I've got Black Ops Two for the PS3, same with Modern Warfare Three."

"I'll kick your ass if we're to play together." Sebastian hollered out a laugh.

"You're on, Michaelis," the spider replied, turning to smirk at the ravenette.

Two hours later, Sebastian had lost fifteen games out of twenty-eight. It was only their growling stomachs that made them stop their war. He turned the screen of his phone on to see it was nearly nine at night.

"This has been fun, Claude," he said, "but I should probably get back to my dorm. Joker will wonder where I am."

"You sure you don't wanna stay for dinner? I could order Chinese, and we could watch a movie or something."

"Yeah, that actually sounds nice. What should we watch?"

Claude stood up, scooping his phone from the table. He began to dial as he thought. "I have Doctor Who recorded, if you're interested." He put the phone up to his ear.

"Sure," was all Sebastian responded, opening his text messages as Claude placed the order.

He stared down at his texts, wanting to text to Ciel one more time. He needed to talk to him. He was so desperate, but he ended up deciding against it and turned off his phone.

HellsButler A/N: Did I mention that there would be more soon?