Reid had been taking a second to work up the nerve to knock on the (weirdly ominous-looking) door of the old Daley house - more than a second, really, seeing as he'd been pacing outside for at least a solid five minutes
( ... )
Of all the times random people could have turned up, Sebastian had to spare a moment to be impressed and shocked at Reid's strangely impeccable timing. Which was in the thirty seconds it took for Sebastian to get annoyed that he was interrupted doing the one thing since he had come back to this place that actually made sense - that was in character.
For a moment, he thought he was going to get off the hook, that Reid would back-peddle himself right back home. Ignoring the part of himself that was starting to hate watching Reid go.
The fierce, narrowed look Reid was sending him was new but not terribly shocking from what Sebastian had heard and put together about him. But it was damn sure going to make this a hell of a lot harder.
"Um." He stumbled over the words briefly, dropping his bags and glancing down at where they landed by his feet. "I was planning on it? I was always planning on it."
Reid was by no means a romantic of any kind. He'd had no real expectations of this being anything more than a glorified hookup (albeit one being chanted for and encouraged by his friends, apparently) and was fully aware that when it came down to it, Sebastian didn't actually owe him anything.
But he also couldn't deny the weird tug at the pit of his stomach he'd gotten to feeling whenever Sebastian's name was mentioned or when he walked into the room. And it had been a rough few days, and he was exhausted and still mildly freaked out and a whole mess of other feelings, and all of them were presently backing up that surge of disbelieving annoyance at the sight of those bags.
He followed Sebastian's gaze down to the luggage as it fell to the floor, then sharply looked back up to him.
"Right. Of course. Great. So you're just- booking it?" He had retreated behind his usual sarcasm, though his tone still rang very much accusatorially.
"It's. Sort of what I do?" That wasn't a question. Why was that a question? It was a fact. Sebastian was transient, bouncing from one job to the next. He didn't stay, just wasn't the type anymore.
Except for the first time in a long time, he was starting to think he wanted to and getting on his own nerves with the amount of times he swore - with less and less conviction - that this was only a temporary stop.
"You had to figure out why I was here. Or Jemma told you." Though, Sebastian was almost certain it was all Reid. He was to astute for Seastian's peace of mind. "Now ... that's over. So."
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For a moment, he thought he was going to get off the hook, that Reid would back-peddle himself right back home. Ignoring the part of himself that was starting to hate watching Reid go.
The fierce, narrowed look Reid was sending him was new but not terribly shocking from what Sebastian had heard and put together about him. But it was damn sure going to make this a hell of a lot harder.
"Um." He stumbled over the words briefly, dropping his bags and glancing down at where they landed by his feet. "I was planning on it? I was always planning on it."
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But he also couldn't deny the weird tug at the pit of his stomach he'd gotten to feeling whenever Sebastian's name was mentioned or when he walked into the room. And it had been a rough few days, and he was exhausted and still mildly freaked out and a whole mess of other feelings, and all of them were presently backing up that surge of disbelieving annoyance at the sight of those bags.
He followed Sebastian's gaze down to the luggage as it fell to the floor, then sharply looked back up to him.
"Right. Of course. Great. So you're just- booking it?" He had retreated behind his usual sarcasm, though his tone still rang very much accusatorially.
( ... )
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Except for the first time in a long time, he was starting to think he wanted to and getting on his own nerves with the amount of times he swore - with less and less conviction - that this was only a temporary stop.
"You had to figure out why I was here. Or Jemma told you." Though, Sebastian was almost certain it was all Reid. He was to astute for Seastian's peace of mind. "Now ... that's over. So."
( ... )
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