“Oh, thank f**k,” I muttered when I heard the doorbell chime. I extracted myself from under Sebastian’s head and went to let his aunt in.
After kisses, hugs, and a few pleasantries, I gave her Seba’s small bag. It was enough to last him for a few days at home. I then woke him up and helped him down the two flights of stairs to the ground floor and into his aunt’s car.
“Spare some flat surfaces, will you?” Seba said. The small scowl and droopy eye, plus the interruptions after almost every word to sniffle made me chuckle. But there was something else under the hazing. A certain hurt in his shiny eyes, which I couldn’t blame on Sebastian being sick.
“You’ll be back in no time, kid. We’ll do a game marathon like never before when that happens,” I promised and sent him off with a quick hug.
