Sebastian heard the words, though he was on the verge of sleep. It felt nice. Almost out of it, but still conscious. He was peaceful now, as Blaine accepted him on his arm, and amazingly it FIT. He never thought they would, but they did. His forehead rested against Blaine’s throat his nose lightly nudging his collarbones as the car started juggling. His breath coming out warm against Blaine’s skin. He felt better than he had in weeks. He didn’t quite mind where they were going, as long as it was a long trip. He wasn’t nauseous. He didn’t get nauseous since his second time getting hammered. And that was a long time ago. For long minutes he stayed silent. Wavering between sleep and consciousness, enjoying Blaine’s warmth, softness, the way it felt to be in his arm. Something Sebastian dreaded with every other person. It crawled his skin to be INTIMATE with people. But right then, drunk with Blaine, it didn’t. At all. It felt good. He could stay in that cab forever. Eventually though, he did speak, as he adjusted himself from how the movement had bumped him, comfortably set by Blaine’s side. ‘Would’I hav’… a chance, if I didn’?? ‘ He asked quietly. And despite his struggle with the words, they were serious. His green eyes opening to look up at Blaine. Eyebrows set.
Blaine cradled the slender body against him as the cab drove towards his apartment. Thinking better ten minutes into Sebastian’s drifting in and out–Blaine had the driver change course towards Sebastian’s instead. If he was going to be hellishly hung over? The last thing he’d need was to sit in traffic the next day when Blaine drove him back. Passing out in your own bed is far better anyway. The cabbie didn’t care. More money. In the meantime–Blaine lets Sebastian doze or rustle and stops fighting the urge to cup the back of his head or twist a strand of hair between his fingers as they move through traffic. One particular bump brought Blaine back from where his thoughts were stuck in a place they shouldn’t be. Apparently, Sebastian was rustled enough that he tuned back in. Blaine’s hand dropped to grip the handle until his skin color bled out from holding it so tight. A soft sigh parted his lips. He couldn’t help the saddened expression that shoved his eyebrows together until he was aware enough to turn it into nothing but a warm, thoughtful smile and gentle, concerned gaze. Sebastian managed to pick up right where they left off. There’d be no chance of escaping having to answer. Not with those eyes hinging on his reply. Blaine licked his lips, smiled again, and peeled his fingers off the cheap plastic they clutched to push some of Sebastian’s bangs from his eyes. “You always had a chance. You lost it for a good while but it didn’t stay gone, okay? You’re more important than high school mistakes and regrets. Got it? You need to start giving you more credit. You’re not that easy to let go either. Try to remember that in the morning, hm? Might not have the nerve to tell you when you’re sober.”
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