About a month or so ago, after you’d somehow gained Sebastian’s trust and, although he’d never admit it, friendship, Sebastian had removed your PDG and allowed you to stay in his shop for safety. Now, you had to retrieve data and collections for him, of course. It was only fair.

It had been a long, oddly busy day. A more than usual amount of expendables had entered his shop only to inevitably shoot him with a flash or be generally annoying. Sure, this place is dangerous for humans beyond imagination, but that doesn’t loan the right to be childish brats.

When he finally closed up shop, he felt antsy, peeved. He wanted to throw something yet refrained as it would be counter productive. As he entered his room, he locked onto your figure resting in the corner. Hugging helped you calm down and you hadn’t seemed too uncomfortable in his coily-tail previously. So, he wrapped around you quickly like a python, squeezing just enough to be relaxing to him yet not harmful to you, and curled up on the top-small, worn mattress. Like a personal stress ball.