Sebastian's P.O.V.

I have to leave Hunter's place early on Monday and I don't get the opportunity to see him much all week. I waltz into the apartment late on Wednesday and toss my bag into the corner. Thad is curled up on the couch, flipping carelessly through a magazine.

I take a seat next to him, "What's up, dude?"

"Just got off the phone with Jeff," he answers casually, "God, am I worried about that kid..."

I raise an eyebrow, "Is he still at Hunter's?"

He nods, "Yeah, for now. He just doesn't get the concept of bed rest."

"He's a teenage boy, what do you expect?"

He sighs, "Ugh, I know. Oh, and I've been meaning to ask you, do you mind if he moves in with us? He's got nowhere to go."

I look down at the floor, considering it, "I mean, I guess. I'm not crazy about it, but I don't think Hunter's gonna want him there forever..."

He looks over at me, "I'll keep him out of trouble, I promise."

I laugh, "It sounds like you're asking me if you can get a puppy."

"Haha, you know what I mean."

"I just had a thought," I mutter, sitting up a little bit, "It's probably not gonna happen, but..."

"What is it?"

"We should all get a place together. You, me, Hunter and Jeff."

He raises an eyebrow, "You think Hunter would want to?"

I shrug, "Maybe. I know it hasn't been that long, but we're really serious about each other. And he's already living with Jeff for the time being..."

He nods, "Yeah, I guess that sounds pretty cool. As long as you guys can keep it down at night, if you know what I mean."

I smirk, "Sometimes, but every now and again you and Jeff might just wanna go out for a while."

He pauses, a hint of a grin spreading across his face.

I look at over at him, "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, um, nothing..."

I roll my eyes, "Be real with me."

He sighs, "I'm thinking about Jeff."

"You have the hotts for him or something?"

"You could say that."

I grin, "Aw! That's so wicked adorable!"

He shakes his head, "Haha, yeah. I guess. We kissed the other night."

"Oooh," I reply, "Wow, why didn't you tell me before?"

He shrugs, "I dunno, it didn't come up, I guess."

"Fair enough," I reply, "You and Jeff, though, huh? Think he can make you a one man kind of man?"

He rolls his eyes, "I don't know, probably. If it can happen to you it could happen to me."

I smirk, "True."

"Random question," he begins, glancing up at me, "Do you miss sleeping around?"

"Not really," I answer honestly, "I feel like whatever I got out of that I get twice as much with Hunter."

"Ooh, well isn't that romantic?" he teases me.

"Haha, yeah," I reply, "But not as cute as you and Jeffie."

"There isn't really a 'me and Jeff'," he explains, "Not yet, anyway. I mean, we kissed once and admitted to liking each other, that doesn't make us a couple or anything."

I kick off my shoes, standing up, "No, but it makes you well on your way, for sure."

He gets up, too, walking over to the kitchen area and opening the fridge, "I hope so, but I don't want to assume anything too quickly, especially with a guy like him."

"What do you mean, 'a guy like him'?" I ask, pouring myself a glass of wine.

"He's just um, I don't know. I get the vibe that he's sensitive," he explains, tossing a frozen dinner in the microwave, "Or maybe not sensitive, just not as tough as he pretends to be..."

I sit down at the table, "I could see where that would be relevant, I don't know him all that well, though, so I guess that I can't really judge."

"Yeah," he mutters, leaning against the counter, "I think it's just that, everything I know about him all around, he can't be in much better shape mentally than he is physically, you know?"

I nod, "Makes enough sense."

He sighs, "I feel like he's got these walls up all the time. He pretends to act cool and okay, he talks like it's all good, but I don't buy it. I mean, there's no way that he's not hurting somewhere in there..."

I continue nodding, just letting him say what's on his mind.

He takes his food out of the microwave and pulls the plastic wrap off it, "You want something to eat?"

I shake my head, "Nawh, I'm alright."

He rolls his eyes, "Sebastian, you're not like a celebrity housewife, okay? A glass of wine doesn't qualify as a meal."

"Just trying to stay slim," I reply with a smirk, "Gotta be super hot for Hunter."

"If you lose any more weight you'll be weird-looking." he explains, emptying half of his food into a bowl and putting it on the table in front of me.

"I don't want to take your food," I argue.

He sits down across from me, "It was a two portion container, I don't need all of it, anyway."

I pick up my fork and play with my food a little bit, "Yeah, I guess."

He shakes his head at me, starting to eat, "Seriously, 'Bas, I think that Hunter likes you the way you are, and probably isn't interested in his boyfriend weighing 90 pounds. Eat your damn supper."

I eat a few bites, just trying to appease him, "Happy?"

"I'm just saying that for your own good, dude. It's not like I'm your mother."

I smirk, "Haha, sure."

We both finish our dinner and get ready for bed. I change into my pajamas and lie down, taking out my phone to call Hunter.

It rings a few times before he picks up.

"Hello?" I hear him answer, sounding a little bit worn.

"Hey, it's me."

"Oh, hey, babe, what's up?"

"I'm mostly calling to say goodnight, but I had a question I wanted you to think about."

"Okay, shoot." he replies.

"Me and Thad were throwing the idea of you and Jeff moving in with us around."

He pauses for a moment, "Like, in your apartment?"

"Well, maybe we can all get a bigger one together," I explain, "If you want."

"Um, yeah, sure, maybe." He answers, thought in his voice.

"Okay, cool," I reply, "I guess that's pretty much it. I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing."

"Alrighty, goodnight babe."

I smile, "Goodnight, Hunt, I love you."

"Love you too."

I hang up and turn off my phone, setting in on my nightstand. I wrap myself up in my blankets, hoping that Hunter agrees with my idea. I feel like if Jeff's moving in, he might as well. After all, I don't like the idea of him living alone anyway.