Anonymous: "Are you still seeing Sebastian?"

Not regularly. 

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did y’all know i’m flying out tomorrow night to stay with amelia for the summer

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Sebastian stood helplessly in front of her, his head starting to ache. He sat down beside her as though her gesture had been an order, automatically and without thought. He wanted to hold her hand again.

"No," he said immediately, then faltered. A fleeting wave of fear clenched in his stomach, left over from every time Jim had asked him questions he couldn’t answer. "Yes." He pushed a hand through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut for the briefest of moments. "I don’t know."

"Okay," Helena said softly, tossing back the last of her drink and setting the glass down on the table. She rested her hand lightly on his leg, just above his knee. Small, safe touches. Nothing too intimate and all easy enough to take back.

Seeing Sebastian this tense, a little unpredictable like a stray dog, worried her. “What’s going on?”

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moran-sm:

I’ll look forward to it. - SM

So will I. - HR

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Seven works for me. Meet me on the south side of London Bridge. Less conspicuous. - SM

I’ll be there. - HR

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Your birthday, your choice, love. - SM

Seven? - HR

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Want me to pick you up or meet you there? - SM

I’ll meet you there. When? - HR

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Sebastian knew. He knew the pain, but he knew what it felt to crave it too. He knew what the scars felt like, but he’d always worn his like the medals he should have received in the army. He knew what it was like to look down at yourself and burn to escape.

But looking at Helena now, looking at what he’d done to her, was jolting. He stared at her and, for the first time, he wondered what was wrong with himself. He was chasing this. He was causing this. For a sickening moment, he wanted Jim to stand over him with a knife and pay that much attention to his skin. Sebastian looked away, exhaling sharply.

Then he looked back up and met Helena’s eyes.

"I’m sorry," he said. "Blame me. I should have stopped… I should never have… I’m sorry."

Helena took a deep breath and shook her head, wiping away the wetness from her face and quickly getting it together. She pulled her dress back into place, rolled the sleeve back down, and reached around to zip it up.

"Don’t," she said softly. "Don’t apologize, there’s nothing to.. I’m tired of apologies. And trying to find the right place for the blame and feeling sorry for myself. For-" She gestured vaguely between them. "This. What happened. I’m just tired."

She back down on the sofa, motioning to the spot beside her for Sebastian to sit too. She reached for her glass.

"Any nearer to figuring out what changed?"

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I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t serious. - SM

Okay. - HR

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Oh come on, I’m a professional. I’ll cook you dinner in the restaurant, we can watch the sunset from the top. - SM

Really? - HR

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