Emergency Contact || Sebian
Sebastian hesitated for likely the very same thought he was sure crossed his brother's mind. While the immediate answer that popped into his head was simply; home, Sebastian was more than aware that to go home would mean to step straight into the parents. Parents, who very well might just be staying up or waiting to hear the sound of that front door open just to make sure that everyone who was meant to come home that evening did.
It wouldn't take much to alert them to something being very, very wrong if they did go home.
At the same time... Sebastian felt such a sharp stab of pain with every shallow inhale he managed, making him wonder if either of those options were ones he was actually able to take.
"...I-.. I don't know." The younger man admitted with a short stumble, his fingers tightening into Dian's arm as he bit down on another Italian curse. His free hand rested on the seat of Dian's vehicle the second it was opened to him - but he made absolutely no motion to sit down, instead staring intently inside the cab with a fixed twist of pain across his features.
The mere idea of pulling himself into the vehicle felt like a nightmare, if he were honest - and given he still didn't know what he wanted his destination to be, there was little motivation to be quick about it.
Well.
Actually there was one very pressing motivational factor - one that written clear across his features and in the way his chest rose and fell in quick, short succession as his hand moved back to his side, shakily patting at his pocket with an unsettling disappointment as he realized his inhaler was probably long gone.
"....Di.." The nickname slipped from his lips as Sebastian swallowed uneasily. "...I-.. I can't breathe."
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As the eldest, Dian functioned as a spare appendage to the parentals. A supplemental care, especially when the need would worry the real carers. Dian made the executive decision to drive home. He'd tell Mama Sebastian was staying with him in some drunken stupor. A lie that would be acidic to tell, but sweeter than the truth.
His little brother felt so light in his arm as he ushered him to the passenger seat. He couldn't remember a time any of them felt so small and weak. Dian took care to be gentle on the delicate bones and bruises.
"Shit-- Sit." Dian heard the heart racing and the lungs choking right before Seb said anything.
With the younger tensed in the seat, Dian pulled the side lever and shoved it towards the back. He reached over his brother, one arm still out to hold onto, and popped the glove compartment open.
He should still have it... expired, for sure, but he never threw it away... Just in case.
"Here, better than nothing." He offered the inhaler, stowed away amongst the car manuals and bills for years, to a much older version of Sebastian Morey than the one he got it for. "Keep it. I'll get us home, will you be okay?"
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