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Tulsa had been fun, Sebastian wasn't even pretending it hadn't been. But being back in Royal and picking up his son, even if a little sleepy and grumpy, was the definite highlight of the weekend. Closely followed by knowing Chris would be coming by in a few. "He's probably gonna be a blubbering idiot about it," Sebastian told his son, biting the baby's foot softly while snapping the straps of the fresh diaper closed. And now for the master piece. Something that had been on Sebastian's mind for a while (too long, probably), and that he needed to put out there in a way Chris would hopefully finally understand. And maybe also as an apology. Sebastian knew he had been not at his best since Chris had left the hospital, stuck somewhere between snappy and clingy. But the double-whammy of thinking for nearly a week that he had lost Chris emotionally only to be followed up by thinking Chris had managed to kill himself? Fuck it, he had needed some time to come to terms with that. So he had hovered and hadn't laughed at jokes and Chris just had to deal with it. Tonight, thought, tonight he wanted to be done with that. It had been long enough and god, he knew he needed to let it go. So, the future was on the menu for the evening, starting with Zander as his best asset (though that was universally true, not just for the night). "Hey," Sebastian beamed at Chris when he opened the door, greeting his guy with a long but gentle kiss. "Go hit up the sofa, I just need a second." And it really was only a second, Zander all bundled up in the onesie specifically for the day and freshly changed and fed, in the crib in his room at Sebastian's place for the very first time which was a thrill in and off itself. Still, he carried Zander right back out, hovering a moment on the stairs just happy. He wasn't sure why Tulsa had given him this kind of serene feeling, but he couldn't help it and really, why should he. "Here, pretty sure he missed you nearly as much as I did," Sebastian smiled when placing Zander in Chris' arms, a mix of scared excitement racing over his body. He didn't even bother with sitting on the couch himself, instead kneeling on the floor, close to his two favorite guys. “I’m sorry for the last two weeks. Honestly, over it now, too. And I just ... family time tonight, yeah? You need to know, Chris, this is what I see when I look at him, ok? No doubt about it.”

“Hey there gorgeous,” he grinned before placing a kiss on Scarlett’s cheek. “I brought your favorite guy, too.”

“I ... I had to try, you know? I couldn’t not ...” She said it into Jeremy’s shoulder, a little out of nowhere maybe but trusting that he’d understand. And then she had to keep hugging him because suddenly some stupid tears were coming after all and she didn’t want the kids to see. So instead, she buried her face in his shoulder and familiar smell for a few moments until she had a lid on things again and drew back. And it hurt, a lot of it did. But the small smile she threw at Jeremy when she wiped her eyes and shrugged ... well, that wasn’t even entirely fake. “I brought wine?”

It was a good thing no one crossed paths with Stana. A bike maybe wasn't your average weapon of mass destruction, but Stana was inventive. So inventive in fact, that she spend most of the drive to Jake's place laughing to herself. Laughing because hey, wasn't it obvious that this had to happen? That she'd be en route to her good old buddy Jake's place ready to get back to ... shit. A year ago, right? The trip to ... Stana couldn't even remember. But that it had been nearly a year on the dot still had her laughing so hard, she nearly drove her bike into a ditch. Funny, this was all ... funny. And she needed to keep telling herself that or ... no, she just needed to. And if anything, she needed someone to distract her from a house that hadn't felt this empty to her since Christmas last year. No. Not thinking about it. She'd done the thinking about it, knew what she had gotten into. And now she was moving past it, easy peasy. She'd done it before, she could do it again. "Hey!" Stana was beaming and yeah, maybe it was a little over the top. But for some reason, seeing Jake really did ... help, just a little bit. For a second, she faltered. Hesitated before crossing over Jake's threshold and ... what, destroy something? Yeah, right. And so she did, shoved the bottle of Tequila (not 901, thanks) she'd brought (and nipped from) into Jake's hand, waited until the door closed behind her and then ... kissed him. Pushed close to him and moved her lips over his again and again until it didn't feel weird anymore, until his lips didn't feel wrong and different anymore. Like they weren't ... her lips. Kissed him and ground her body against his so that, hopefully, he wouldn't even ask and just do it. She really didn't want to talk right now.

“Hey,” Seb hoped he looked as happy as he felt when he opened the door to Chris, Zan on his still naked chest and only wearing boxers and one sock.  He felt a slight blush creeping on his cheeks.  “Please pretend I don’t look like I’m losing it.”