Are You There? || Rhys
@rhysxarcher
Sebastian stood outside of the house, minutes ticking by though he was hardly aware of the passing of time as he stared at the homely structure. Far different from the skyscrapers and brownstones of New York. But this was where his search had ultimately led him. Rhys had to be here. It was the end of the line. He was nervous, and he was exhausted. Body aching from his latest scuffle with Initiative agents he’d come across and couldn’t leave alive. That was in Colorado two days prior. He probably looked far worse than he actually felt at the moment, but the anger-fueled adrenaline was still coursing through his veins. Why couldn’t he just work up the nerve to knock on the door? A fleeting thought crossed his mind, a fear, that what if he was mistaken? What if he hadn’t put the pieces together right. What if it was another, more elaborate trap? What if he was kidding himself and Rhys was dead after all? Maybe he was better off not knowing. And if he was alive, maybe he was better off staying away. It was difficult to find his way there which meant it wasn’t supposed to be found. What if he was just inviting trouble? He couldn’t do that to him. But Seb just had to know, if the one person he’d cared about more than anyone else was still alive, was okay. Was only steps away inside the house whose doorstep he couldn’t seem leave. His blue gaze was fixed with hope and uncertainty. After several more long moments he finally made up his mind and raised his fist, rapping his knuckles upon the door with purpose, almost deciding to immediately turn around and walk away before anyone would even have the chance to answer. But he remained, feet planted and stomach in knots, eyes cast downward as he worried his lower lip with his teeth.