There was a small chance he’d overreacted, just a little. Maybe. Normally, he’d just let it go, forget and move on to the next guy, but... this time was different. Everything with Jamison had been different. He felt happier with him, than he did on his own, even when sex wasn’t involved. Which, now in hindsight, had maybe been part of why he’d been so quick to run. Things were different, and he was in far deeper than he was used to. It’d be much harder to get out of. It already was harder to get out of. And it was fucking terrifying. But... he wanted to be with him. He liked Jamison. A lot. Arguably too much, at least for him. He liked him, and his nerdiness, and even his stupid goat.
Only hours after their fight, Sebastian pulled up to Jamison’s farm house, a small, neatly wrapped package with a goddamn handmade goat sweater tucked under his arm. For once, he was grateful for the weird shops that the bougie parts of Los Angeles had to offer. He just hoped that he wasn’t too late, because if he showed up at a dude’s house with a gift for his fucking goat, only for him to have already moved on to the next guy, he was pretty sure that would officially be his new rock bottom. @jamisonhq
