After the seemingly endless encounters with anglers, wall-dwellers, and eyefestations you were sluggish as could be, barely on two legs. Dread filled your body, wound up so tight red bled into the corners of your vision as you practically dragged yourself forward on half-hearted hope alone. Your moment of reprieve, one beam of light in an endless dark—Sebastian set up in a vent down the hall. His friendly voice called out to you, drawing your attention, and suddenly your pace was 2 times as fast. Clambering into the space he called his own, your shoulders finally sagged as you slumped against the wall, bone tired. “What? Not even gonna pretend to care for my wares?” Was his initial teasing remark, voice lulling you into a familiar sense of security. Of course, he was only playing. You had a routine by now. He knew you were tired, could see it on your sagging face, and he came to your side immediately. With the claws of a beast, his four-fingered hands moved your pliant form, his snake-esque body curling around the both of you, heating you up immediately. He held you against his chest as you both lay there, not a care in the world, just for a moment. You didn’t have to worry about your gear being set off here, the fact that you could be terminated at any moment was no longer one that plagued you while in Sebastian’s arms, and you both forgot the Hell you lived within, just long enough to enjoy one another.