He guides the water so that the other can drink easily, holding him gently. When the soft thank you comes, he simply nods, having no idea what the other is waiting for. He expects the other to remember him, at least his name, so when the question,” What’s your name?” comes, his eyes widen in surprise. It’s certainly unexpected, but instead of commenting on it, he simply answers the question, knowing well enough how confusing it gets when nothing makes sense.
“Vincent,” he answers in the same fashion he’d answered last night, “Vincent Rogers.” He chooses not to say why or how he’d come across the other, what they’d done, simply making sure that the other’s blankets are sufficient to block the sunlight from his face. “Go back to sleep, Sebastian.” He says gently, his hands cool on a warm, clammy forehead.
I’ll stay until you fall asleep, he adds to himself, but he doesn’t say that out loud, knowing that it’ll probably be weird for the other, saying something like that on what is essentially their first meeting. There’s a strange protectiveness he feels over Sebastian, and he’s not sure what it is – the brown eyes that look like they should be from an innocent animal like a puppy or bunny, the pink hair that practically screams child, or the fact that he’s Dalena’s little brother.
“vincent,” he whispers softly in reply, nodding to himself and it’s familiar, in some strange way, even though he’s sure he’s never actually met the other male until just now. or perhaps the night before, though he’s pretty sure dalena had just asked the other to help him home, or something like that. “thank you vincent,” sebastian murmurs again, blinking up at the blond with half open eyes, and they’re fond and grateful all at once, snuggling under his blankets, letting his eyes close.
he thinks this name will be important, that’ll he’ll need to remember it, and he repeats it in his mind a few times. vincent, vincent, vincent rogers. his forehead is scrunched up, the only thing that’s really peeking out from under his blankets now, completely forgetting about his fourth pillow that he had thrown at the other’s bed, comfortable enough without it – his headache was distracting him from anything that was out of the norm, honestly.
it doesn’t take too long for him to knock out again, eyes fluttering closed as his body relaxes with a few deep breaths, his chest starting to rise and fall gently, steadily. it’s obvious his body is catching up on some much-needed sleep that had been interrupted by the sudden headache, his entire form slack and peaceful, just a curled up lump beneath the covers.
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