Give him time. That was all Kurt had been able to tell him in the end. Kurt sort of knew Sebastian and he thought Dave should give him some time. He really hopes a week is long enough because he can't stand another second of this. He'd gotten reassigned to three new patients to make up the hours he'd be working for Sebastian who "no longer had a need for full time CNA but highly recommended Dave's services." For some reason that infuriated him, as if he could brush it all off so easily, like it'd all been business. He refused to believe that, that there'd been nothing but a professional relationship up until last Friday; that was bullshit.

Sebastian knew he was here; it was stupid to sit out here and pretend that he didn't, his truck wasn't exactly subtle and the man's hearing was flawless. Still it took him more than a moment to gather the guts to get out of the car. He had no idea how he could have handled things better, no idea what he could say now, he only knew he couldn't stay away anymore. After months of being near-constantly together, the week had been torture. And when he thought of Sebastian here, on his own… he got out of the car and was at the door before he could think any more.

(youtube) /watch?v=aBo34kOKeDM

He could hear the faint sound of a piano inside. He reached into his pocket but then he realized Sebastian had probably had the locks changed, in any case he had no right to just walk in … not anymore. He knocked firmly and heard the sounds of the piano pause. After a moment he knocked again and the sounds of the piano picked up where they'd paused.

Dave banged his head softly against the door, "Sebastian!" He knocked. The piano carried on much louder than before. He called louder, "Sebastian please, I just need like five minutes." He sighed and remained with his head leaning against the door, he could make out the song now, one that'd been famous during high school and he'd always liked. He's sure they'd listened to it together at least once. The melody sped up, as if Sebastian couldn't finish the song quickly enough finally ending with a slam of the piano lid.

He could hear Sebastian rush down the stairs much too quickly and he held his breath until he could hear his footsteps at the landing. They stood there, both aware that the other was just standing there on the opposite side of the door until Sebastian wrenched the door open, "What."

Dave was blown away by the sight of him, he stood there all proud and beautiful, not a hair on his head out place. It made it a little hard to breathe after a week without seeing him, like dipping into warm water after a week out in the cold, "Hey."

Sebastian stood unyielding in the doorway, "You're an impatient little fuck you know? You expect me to drop everything because you're doing your charity work for the week checking up on Stevie Wonder?"

He wanted to reach out to him, take his hand, pull him close, tell him he had no idea he could miss someone so much, "I just wanted to know how you were doing, if everything was alright."

"Peachy," he sneered, "I'm not an invalid, David. So go hitch your guilt somewhere else and leave me alone."

David licked his lips and took a deep breath, "I know you're angry Sebastian, but you and I have to talk."

"I'm not angry," Sebastian crossed his arms and took a step back, "I'm fine. This is the way things were always going to go, and pretending I'm not alone doesn't change the fact that I am. I'm not angry because you don't want to sleep with me, Jesus; I'm not a child. Just stop pretending you care."

It'd been a long time since Dave wanted to punch something so badly, "What the hell made you so bitter, Sebastian?"

Sebastian took another step back and turned on his heel, leaving the door open. Dave took that as invitation enough and closed it behind him, "Look, I don't owe you any explanations…"

He walked just a step behind Sebastian, his arms clenched at his sides, "Oh you don't? You don't owe me an explanation for coming on to me out of nowhere…"

Sebastian scoffed at that, "Out of nowhere?"

"Ok fine not out of nowhere," he conceded, "but you had to be drunk to even consider it and then what? All you wanted was a quick fuck and you didn't get it so you throw a fucking fit? Yeah, way to not be a child, Sebastian."

Sebastian spun quickly, catching Dave by surprise and all of a sudden he was close, so close and the bastard knew it, knew what it did to him when they were a breath away, "Who said anything about a quick fuck?"

"What did you mean by it then," Dave took a step backwards in their tense dance around the room, "you weren't exactly asking me out on a date."

Sebastian sat abruptly and a deep silence overtook the room. Dave finally took a moment to look around. He was surprised to find everything in order, a large braille book siting on the coffee table, not a thing out of place, the evidence of breakfast on the sink. All the little things Sebastian had practiced endlessly and flawlessly until he could do it all out of custom and touch. Dave almost missed it; it was so insignificant, the coffee sitting on the counter untouched. Two cups full. Just the way he'd learned.

"I don't know," Sebastian finally said, his hands twirling his cane on its tip, "I really have no idea what I meant by it; I know that's what I wanted then, it made sense. You made sense."

He found himself kneeling in front of him, his hand hovering over Sebastian's, "And what about now, what do you want now?"

Sebastian sighed, pulling his glasses off and running a hand over his face, Dave's hand falling to his knee, "I don't know."

Dave's voice was gentle; he had expected a shouting match when he arrived here, not this. This was almost too much, "What makes sense?"

Sebastian laughed quietly in the space between them, "Nothing. Nothing makes sense."

There was silence again, they were intolerable sometimes, all these silences, "So what are you going to do?"

Sebastian didn't speak; he simply sat with an open uncertainty in his unfocused eyes. He leaned forward, less than an inch, but his hand flew up and rested briefly on Dave's cheek. Dave's breath hitched as Sebastian's thumb traced the outline of his lips and spoke so softly that if he'd been an inch away Dave might not have heard, "I'm going to try not to miss."

He leant in the rest of the way and Dave's eyes slipped shut as their lips met, moving slow and tentative at first until Dave finally snapped out of his shock and responded, his arm slipping around Sebastian's waist and pulling him closer, as close as he could in their somewhat awkward position. Sebastian let himself be pulled forth, a small whimper escaping from his lips as Dave's mouth moved away from his.

A/N: The fail-link is to what I prefer to think Seb is playing but if you wanna choose your own song knock yourselves out, also accepting death threats in reviews, nbd.