All his life Sebastian had always put his brother first, even if he hadn't fully realised that. After all Severin needed to be taken care of and it has always been like this - Sebastian taking care of his younger, blind brother. It didn't even feel like they were brothers to Sebastian anymore as he practically raised the kid.As long as he was in the army he was able to keep Sev living in fairly good conditions, but even the best sniper couldn't abuse orders forever. After he was discharged everything went downhill. No one would hire him when he had dishonourable discharge written all over his cv, so he kept himself to small robberies and other jobs for criminal part of London. Not wanting to put Severin in danger, he had never shown his full abilities, nor had he taken any bigger job. He even screwed things up from time to time just to stay known as average. The money he was making weren't big, just barely enough to get them tiny flat consisting of one room and a kitchen, but they were getting by.Living like this was taking its toll on Sebastian, though. He found himself growing more and more frustrated, controlling his temper was beginning to seem impossible and scenes from Afghanistan were always in the back of his head no matter how hard he tried to get rid of them. He knew he was a classic example of a ptsd, but he was managing to make it slip unnoticed by anyone. It wasn't like Sebastian had been very social, anyway. And now was spending less time with Sev, not wanting to accidentally lash out on his brother. It wasn't Sev’s fault after all. He was at the same pub as always, sitting through another evening. It was a shithole, but he was already known there and they were never asking any questions, no matter how badly battered or drunk Sebastian was. He appreciated it. He sat alone at far end of the counter and sipped on his beer, trying not to think about anything and get as close to relaxing as he could.
