The other engineers often prodded Seba, asking if he had any plans for the holidays. Most of them were going home to their families, others were staying at school. And the lucky few who had partners would take them home to meet their parents.

Seba could've. He had you. But he wasn't about to bring you to his parents and go: Hey mum, hey asshole, this is someone I love very dearly. Have fun berating them verbally. Hard pass.

Although with his younger brother staying at the JCC, he had a clear schedule, meaning he wasn't safe from "meeting the family" on your end.

"Are you sure about this?" Seba asked, staring at your front door like it was about to explode. It was stupid cold, his hood practically useless, and he hadn't been willing to be the one to knock. This was your house. "You do it."

He didn't really care what your family thought of him... Is what he told himself. At least he looked calm. If it wasn't freezing he'd be sweating.