The delicate feeling of his head resting atop of your lap as he took a siesta, entering obscurity while his mind travels through vast distances, the tempest of life replaced by a serene sensation as the raven strands hug your cavorting fingers that maneuver the flow of his hair. Your attention being given to another, as you engage in a fulfilling conversation, yet subconsciously caress his head as if a resting feline.

Sebastian has never moved a muscle, acquit to being behaved as he indulges in the tranquil essence of slumber. Letting the pulpy feeling of your lap offer him a sense of peace, enjoying your presence.