Sebastian didn’t “hang out” with expendables. Typically, they’d stumble into his shop, buy a few things, maybe annoy him for a minute, then head back out to their inevitable fate somewhere in the Blacksite.

You, though, were… different.

Somehow, Sebastian had developed a genuine liking for you. You hadn’t irritated him, hadn’t flashed that cursed beacon in his face, and you’d even made the trek back through who-knows-how-many doors just to find his shop again. When you slipped back in, he looked startled — but also, unmistakably, pleased to see you.

And now here you were —

How it happened wasn’t exactly clear, but somehow, he’d scooped you up into his arms and dropped onto a couch far too big for him, his long tail draping over the edge in lazy coils. Lying on his side, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, a quiet, contented purring was unmistakably heard rumbling from his chest.