"Unfortunately, I don't think I can help it," Devon chuckled dryly. She sighed, looking down into her mug. "We went through a really rough patch a few years ago… Our relationship is just beginning to mend… So it's hard."
He has trouble with his parents, too. Your problems are hardly able to be compared to his…
Devon chewed on her lip as she had the thought, then took another burning sip of hot chocolate. "Sorry. I know you don't have a good relationship with your parents, either…" she murmured, not daring to look up at him.
“Don’t apologize,” Sebastian told her firmly but kindly. “Just because I have problems doesn’t mean you don’t either. For all I know, you could be worse off than me.”
Devon stared down at her mud for a moment longer, then took another sip of her drink. She glanced up at Sebastian and nodded slowly. "Okay. I… Thank you…"
Sebastian gave a loose shrug. “No need to thank me.”
“Well… There is, actually. You’ve been a really good friend, Sebastian, and I’m thankful for that,” Devon said softly, glancing up at him as she sipped on her hot cocoa.
Sebastian’s cheeks reddened, which he attempted to hide by taking a sip of his cocoa. “Well, you’ve been mine. I— I should be the one thanking you.”
Devon smiled into her mug, hoping she just looked flushed from the heat of the drink. “How about we both just agree that we’re thankful for each other?” she suggested quietly.
“Sure,” he agreed quietly, swallowing another delicious mouthful of his cocoa. He set the much down on the counter and raised his hands to his cheeks, trying to warm them up.
“Are you cold? There are blankets on the couch if you want to use one. You could take your cocoa over to the living room and sit down if you’d like,” Devon suggested, nodding toward the room.
(Omg can Sebastian turn into an adorable blanket burrito in front of Devon)
“If that’s okay with you,” he said carefully, tugging at his stiff collar.
(Lol. Definitely. That’d be cute.)
Devon smiled gently and nodded. “Of course. Please, feel free to sit wherever you like. I don’t mind.”
(Ey Great
How are you today?)
“Thank you,” he answered with a shy smile.
(CAN THEY SHARE A BLANKET)
(I’m good. I really don’t want to go to work in a bit, but that’s normal. You?)
“I’ll join you over there in a moment. I’m just going to do a bit of cleaning up in here,” Devon said with a small smile. She took one last sip of her drink before setting the mug down on the counter.
(As much as I love that idea, I’m not sure Devon would really do that yet. If they were really really close, like practically dating close, she probably would then. Soon, I promise!)
(Oof
I’m good)
(Understood, Sorry)
Sebastian nodded and slipped back into the living room. He searched for a few minutes before locating a blanket and wrapping it around his cold body.
(I’m glad you’re good!
Don’t apologize. I totally understand why you’d want that to happen. I do, too! She’s just very touchy about… um, touching… lol. I swear that was not intentional…)
Devon finished up wiping the counters and island down before picking her mug back up and making her way out to the living room. When she saw Sebastian wrapped up in a blanket, she chuckled softly, grinning at the sight.
“You look like a human burrito, Sebastian,” she teased as she sat down on the couch and wrapped a blanket around herself.
(Loll)
Sebastian sat down next the her, grinning goofily. “That’s the point.” A few tufts of his blond hair were peaking out from the makeshift hood, adding to the adorable appearance.
“So cute,” Devon chuckled. Her eyes widened when she realized she’d said that out loud, a deep blush appearing on her cheeks.
Sebastian's cheeks instantly flared bright red. He opened his mouth to reply, then quickly shut it again.
“Sorry,” Devon murmured, looking down at her hands, thoroughly embarrassed. Why did she have to say that out loud?
"It's fine," he said quickly, stumbling over his words. "I was, uh, worried for a second that you had mistaken me for Layla."
Devon looked up with a small smile and chuckled a bit, though it was soft and hesitant. “Oh, yes. I definitely mistook a grown man for my two-year-old daughter. I think I need glasses.”
Sebastian snorted despite his stupidly racing heart, silently berating himself. "What can I say? Never really grew out of my baby fat."
“Hm, yes, I can tell,” Devon said, her smile becoming less hesitant as they joked.
"Hey!" Sebastian morphed his expression into one of false, over-dramatic shock.
Devon laughed lightly, shaking her head in amusement. "It's all in your face. You've got squishy-looking cheeks," she teased, her grin making it clear she was joking.
