Lionel pulled the covers further up his chest, shock contorting his features. He recovered quickly, face hardening, voice cold when he spoke. "Nice to meet you too."
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"At least he has quick recovery time," Valentina muttered with a roll of her eyes. Sebastian shot her a look, resisting the urge to smack her as he pulled on a random shirt.
"Stop being an asshole, he didn't do anything to you," he muttered, to which Valentina scoffed at.
"He took you away from work. That's something," she hissed
"Not to butt in on any huge fight…." Lionel muttered, "But I sort of need to get dressed, and I can't do that with her here." He addressed only Sebastian, not even bothering to look at the woman.
"Don't bother, tramp. I won't be here long," Valentina hissed, but was cut off from continuing by Sebastian grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out the door
Tramp. Hobo.
Her words hurt much more than they should have. Lionel knew he wasn't in the best situation financially, and growing up partially on the streets had given him a certain insecurity…
Sebastian manhandled Valentina into the living room, and she went to yell at him before he cut her off. "You do not get to say that shit to him. I don't care how much you hate my boyfriends, I don't care how much you hate me for my decisions, you do not get to do that to him," he snapped quietly. She just raised a brow, arms folded as she looked up at him.
"You know what you're doing, and you're an idiot for it. You know what I have to do just to keep half the gang from kicking your ass to hell and back? Mom's rolling in her grave right now," she spat
Lionel drew his knees up to his chest and exhaled slowly. Bits and pieces of the heated argument were audible, enough to give away the situation.
"You don't get to talk to me about her, you two faced demon," Sebastian snapped. "Last time I checked, I was there when she died. Where the hell were you, hm? Doing lines with those fake friends of yours and that ex boyfriend that I caught trying to steal her ring two months later?" Valentina took a step towards him, getting right in his face.
"You take that back," she hissed. "You knew I was on business, you knew what dad had me doing. And you're a damn coward for thinking less of me for doing my job like you should be, instead of fucking some street dog who I know is going to break your heart just like Emilio did. And at least Emilio had the class not to ask for your money," she bit back
Lionel’s eyes widened as more and more of the argument reached his ears. It was wrong of him to be eavesdropping like this, but he couldn’t stop.
Street dog.
Break your heart. Emilio. Dead mother.
Sebastian fell quiet for a moment, a cold fury in his eyes. All warmth that Lionel may have seen in him before had faded, replaced by someone cold and unforgiving and angry. "Get out," he said firmly, pointing towards the door. "Get out before I smash your face in," he told her, voice dangerous and low. And Valentina stood there for a moment, an unreadable expression that bordered on sadness and a fury of her own on her face. And without a word she turned on her heel, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her
Lionel flinched at the loud sound, but otherwise stayed still, attempting to process the new j formation.
Sebastian stayed standing there for a minute, that same cold expression on his face. But slowly, he began to relax, and after a few more minutes he composed himself enough to slowly make his way into the room again
Lionel trained his eyes on Sebastian as he entered, the woman’s shouts still reverberating in his ears. “Are you—Are you okay?”
Sebastian seemed to tense a little at the question, but he ignored it, instead forcing a visibly pained smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he said softly, though his voice sounded like it was threatening to break. But he did his best to ignore it, instead slipping back in bed with Lionel
“I’m guessing that was your sister?” Lionel asked quietly, reaching for Sebastian’s hand.
"Yeah…That was Valentina," Sebastian answered, only tensing more when Lionel reached for him. But he took Lionel's hand, laying against him as he tried his best to relax
“I’m sorry…” he murmured, letting Sebastian lean against him.
"Don't, please," Sebastian said softly, squeezing Lionel's hand a little subconsciously. "You didn't do anything, it wasn't your fault," he managed
“I’m just sorry you had to experience that,” he murmured, squeezing Sebastian’s hand back.
Sebastian felt his eyes begin to water, and he squeezed Lionel's hand tighter, mentally trying to fight back the sudden emotions threatening to overcome him. He couldn't do this, he couldn't break down, not in front of Lionel
Lionel brushed a tentative but comforting kiss across Sebastian’s temple, exhaling softly.
Sebastian sniffled and leaned back, head tipping back so he could rub at his eyes with his free hand, keeping any tears that were wanting to spill from managing to do so
“It’s okay to cry, you know,” Lionel said gently, soothingly.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew where some of my scars came from," Sebastian chuckled softly, though the noise was strained as he did his best to furiously keep the tears from falling
“I’m saying it now,” he said calmly, somehow managing to mask the sympathy that rose with the awful implications of what Sebastian had said.
"I…I'm fine, it's okay," Sebastian tried to say, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself now. He finally sat up properly again, though a tear or two did manage to fall down his cheeks before he could wipe them away
Lionel reached forward to cup Sebastian’s face in one hand. “Your sister is…. a real piece of work, isn’t she?”
Sebastian's lower lip quivered when Lionel's hand pressed against his face, keeping him from hiding again. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak out of fear he would break down
Lionel reached out with his other arm. “C’mere,” he beckoned softly, the need to hold and comfort his boyfriend rising.
Sebastian just gave a weak little nod, letting Lionel embrace him as he buried his face in the other's chest, trying to hide just how upset he really was. He hated this, hated feeling weak, hated putting Lionel through this