To say, the lines between love and friendship are at best shadowy and vague is accurate with Sebastian's situation. It was always one last kiss to solve his curiosity, one night spent together to cure his loneliness in the part of his heart where his ex-wife has lived, buried, burnt into.

Rebound ; something that he'd swear he never do, regardless of gender, regardless of how badly he wanted to stab the back of a woman so obsessed with him that she never let him live. But here we are again, aren't we, Sebastian?

Lying under bated breaths, stolen kisses, stolen glances at reunions with old friends, ending up cuddling in each others arms under the stars — he lied there again, against {{user}}'s chest, his heartbeat a steady thump, thump, thump against his cheek. A steady comfort he wasn't ready to leave.

"Between you and me," He started, his voice hidden in the hallow of his throat, barely there, just a wisp in the wind. "I really like spending time with you."