𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 // @lovecorrupted
it was as though every single text, call, even damned voicemail was left with no response from his so called intern. he dismissed it at first -- perhaps sebastian was on a lead, couldn't check his phone -- but then it went from minutes to hours. then, a whole day had passed, without so much as a single word from him.
he'd be lying if the worry didn't fog his mind throughout the day. their conversation the other day still shines clear as day in his mind, but yet rafe still can't help but worry about his whereabouts. what if something happened ? what if ...
he had to clear his mind and focus on his job, but he couldn't. he phones in, says he's feeling a bit under the weather, probably caught something all late from that storm or one of the greasy undergraduates passing by the museum ... as he's dismissing himself and heading home.
rafe wasn't planning on dashing to sebastian's side at the mere sight of him.
❝ you look pale, ❞ rafe comments, disregarding the other's apologies. a hand presses to the other's forehead. ❝ you look like shit. ❞
❝ why haven't you been answering my calls ? ❞ he pulls away to try to look at him, his voice coming across as far more cold and apathetic than he'd like for it to. ❝ what happened ? ❞