He walked on the grass so as not to alert Hawkins to his presence too soon and have him bolt. As he approached across the moonlit lawn, Hawkins tensed and sat up. When Sebastian paused by the bench, Hawkins stood up. He polished his spectacles on his handkerchief before stuffing it back in his pocket. He put them back on and then couldn’t avoid looking at him anymore.
“Can’t sleep?” Sebastian’s voice was low and rough.
Hawkins shook his head. His gaze never shifted from Sebastian’s. There was such loneliness and longing, such yearning in those slate grey depths. Sebastian moved closer, like he would approach a nervous animal. When Hawkins didn’t move, just stood there staring at him, Sebastian reached out slowly, slowly, and placed a hand on his jaw. Hawkins eyes fluttered closed for a s
