✪; Sebastian watched, curious about the other boy’s almost intense habits. “You’re very secure, aren’t you?” he asked. The man was afraid to eat any more, deciding it was better to wait, even though his stomach was in pain from starvation. “I am very grateful that you are letting me stay here. Thank you. If your ankle still hurts badly tomorrow, tell me.” He wanted to impress the other, hoping to prove that he was a valuable addition. Sebastian left his bag in the living room, picking up his machete and gun, and placing them in his new room, quickly returning.
He wondered how a child was able to survive on his own like this. He was shocked, truly stunned by the other’s survival skills. Sebastian had been surviving by his medical knowledge of how long a human could survive with or without resources. He was also glad that he had gone to the gym at the University to tone his muscles, that definitely rose his endurance. He could not imagine one so young living completely alone like this. “Goodnight, Ciel,” he stated, gently running his hand loosely through the other’s hair, something affectionate and sweet. He returned to his room and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. At this point, he really did not care if Ciel killed him to take his supplies. It wasn’t like he had anything worth taking. Sebastian plopped onto the bed, slipping off his shoes and the flannel button up he was wearing. He was left in his jeans, nothing more. The raven haired man closed his eyes, but found that sleep evaded him. No matter how tired he was, he could never sleep. His dreams were always haunted with the horrors of his past.
