Sebastian can't breathe. The minute he steps foot out of the West house he breaks into a run. He doesn't know where he's running to until he skids to a halt in front of... Why did he come here?
He looks up at the house in front of him. The house where it'd all happened. The house where it all fell apart. He hasn't been here since that night. As Sebastian gazes up at his childhood home, he doesn't realize his eyes are wet until a woman from the next house over calls out to him.
"Excuse me? Sir? Do you need any help?" The woman asks. Sebastian shakes himself from his stupor.
"No, no. I'm fine thanks. Just, lost in my thoughts for a bit." He smiles back and she nods.
"I'm sure you heard the story about that house?" She keeps talking, much to Sebastian's annoyance.
"Yeah."
"I heard about it when I moved here. Such a tragedy." The woman looks like she's going to keep talking when another voice interrupts her.
"Erin? Pete's looking for y- oh. Hey, Seb." Blaine walks out of the house.
"Hey." Sebastian can't manage anything else. He's already overwhelmed by everything and he gets a feeling Blaine can sense it.
"Erin, Pete needs you help inside. Something about the water softener." Blaine tells the woman and she waves a cheery goodbye to Sebastian before heading inside.
"You okay, Seb?" Blaine asks. Sebastian quickly swipes the tears away from his eyes.
"I don't know." He admits. "I don't know."
Blaine hurries forwards and takes Sebastian by the hand. "Come on. Where do you live? I'll drive you home."
Sebastian nods and follows Blaine to his car. As he rattles off his address for Blaine, he glances back at the house. That's why he'd come here, Sebastian realizes. In his heart, this house is still his home.
Was it worth it? Barry drums his fingers on the bar. Here he was, sitting in one of Central's seediest bars, waiting for one of Central's worst villains all so he could talk about the world's worst brother.
"Barry. What are you doing here?" Aforementioned evil villain sits down next to Barry.
"Snart, I, uh, I wanted to talk about my brother. You're his friend now, right?" Barry starts.
"You could say that." Leonard answers.
"Look, I want to know what you guys talked about last night." Barry says.
"Why don't you ask Sebastian?" Leonards challenges. Barry glowers at him, but Leonards just smirks.
"I can see why you two hit it off." Barry grumbles. "Snart, I just want to know if he said anything about his time in Ohio."
"Alright. I'll cut you a deal, Barry. Buy me a drink and I'll tell you what Sebastian said." Leonard offers.
Barry looks at him, evaluating. "Fine. What did he say?"
Snart gets the bartenders attention before answering. "He didn't talk about Ohio much. Just that he went to high school there for two years before leaving for college."
"Okay, did he talk about anything else?" Barry is desperate for information.
"Mostly about Paris." Leonard shrugs.
"Well, you've been so helpful." Barry sighs as he pulls out his wallet and slaps a couple bills on the bar.
"Thanks." Leonard drawls.
"One last thing: I don't like you hanging around Sebastian. I know I can't stop you, but if I get even the slightest sense that you're up to something, you're going to prison. And I don't care who you tell my identity to." Barry threatens.
"Awww. Is this brotherly love?" Leonard smirks again. "Sebastian has nothing to worry about, Barry. You on the other hand..." He finishes his drink and gets up. "I'll see you around."