rosie's diner, ft. jasper ( @silkeared )
rosie's is always something of a source of comfort for sebastian. the smell of hot food in the air, the low murmur of conversation throughout the seating area, the strictly-enforced neutrality — it's nice, relaxing even, especially when the air outside is fog-laden and stifling. he flips through the menu absentmindedly, already decided on what he's having but wanting something to fidget with nonetheless. “ you decided what you're getting ? ” bas asks his companion. “ my shout. ”
it's been a while since he and jasper have had time to just hang out, especially with everything going on at the moment. he's still swung by the bookshop to say hi — and deliver his friend's daily hot chocolate — but it's not the same. especially because he's hesitant to stay and chat at the bookstore, it feels like some kind of sacred silent place or something. “ how's life ? ” it doesn't begin to encompass the number of things he could say, the number of things they could talk about, but bas would rather let jasper decide how much ( or little ) to say. he knows he can be a lot, and his friends aren't always up to bas-at-full-ball kinds of energy.
