i don't believe in saints

Sebastian: Don't act like you don't love it.

Sebastian: Then I see no issue here.

Sebastian: Ugh, I suppose.

Sebastian: Only if I get taken care of like you promised.

Sebastian: You have nothing to be sorry about, Hunt. You didn't do anything. I'm sorry I snapped.

Sebastian: I love you.

Sebastian: Thank you.

Sebastian: My father hated you because I was gay and you were with me, Hunter. That's it. Yours probably hated me for the same reason, or because I was an asshole, I don't know.

Sebastian: I've never liked talking about my dad -- he's a piece of shit and I just don't care to discuss it, okay? You and Avery and Maman are it. That's all I give a fuck about in my life.

Sebastian: Hunt, stop. You're not bothering me.

Sebastian: You know this shit is a sensitive subject for me.

Sebastian: Nothing. I told you, I'm tired. It's been a long ass day.

Sebastian: I really don't want to talk about this.

Sebastian: I'll give the kid a chance.

Sebastian: So the situations are entirely different.

Sebastian: Maybe.

Sebastian: You know damn good and well the objections came from us both being men and that was it.

Sebastian: Dammit. Fine.

Hunter: Maybe we'll get lucky and she'll get over him.

Sebastian: We both do.

Sebastian: Fuck, this means we're really going to have to give this kid a chance, huh?

Sebastian: Well, he's bold, I'll give him that.

Sebastian: You're kidding.

Sebastian: What did he say?

Sebastian: Then I eagerly look forward to it.

Sebastian: Really? What about?