from @stabhearts: i have no idea what you said.
❝ I SAID . . . YOU SHOULD FIND ANOTHER ROOFTOP . ❞ sebastian is on one knee , scrambling to disassemble his rifle and shove every piece into his briefcase as sirens blare in the distance . LUCKY FOR HIM , it’s a moonless night , so the air around them is thick with darkness ( maybe this stranger won’t see his face ; maybe he’ll manage a quick getaway without arousing too much suspicion ) . ❝ if i were you , ❞ he goes on , maintaining a light but strained tone of voice , ❝ i’d hurry your arse off this buiding and down to somewhere safe . maybe the bar down the street or something — — this place is about to be SWARMED with police . . . and i get the feeling you’re a little like me . not a fan of them , too . ❞ a faint , wry smile . he has no idea who this person is ( he looks relatively young , maybe early twenties ? ) , but he certainly picked a bad time to come up onto this building’s roof . one clean hit taken care of . . . and now comes the escape . THE EVASION . with his rifle stored away , safe in the foam-lined briefcase , sebastian stands . . . and finds himself somewhat taken aback when he realizes they’re eye to eye . ❝ would LOVE to bond with you over our identical heights , ❞ sebastian remarks , ❝ but i have to go . get yourself to safety , yeah ? ❞ a light , two-fingered salute to his forehead as he starts backing away towards the edge of the rooftop ( and the building beside it , where he intends to jump to ) . ❝ oh , one more thing . this conversation never happened . ❞