Three's A Crowd

Sixty One | New But No News

Lie.

Fake it.

Disguise it.

Put on a show.

Make one wrong move and everyone will know.

What is wrong with me?

Sebastian sat there, on your bed, rubbing a hand over his face exhaustedly. It was a new start of another new day, and he wanted to make sure this day would mark the start of forever. At least, what you were going to work to be forever.

It's what you three could do now that you've come to... some sort of agreement to the start of this relationship. Well, not yet, no agreement yet, but you're getting there. The relationship you all were going for was uncommon, unconventional, and details had to be discussed.

Step one, rules.

A lot of talking had to be done, a lot of discussing and coming out clean and as Sebastian finally drove over to Chris' apartment early around eight, fingers drumming over the leather of the wheel, every turn a new twist-and-knot in his stomach as the anticipation ate his mind up, coming closer and closer to Chris' apartment. It didn't help that it was nearby too, and unlike you, he actually knew what streets to turn.

He makes it there in about thirteen minutes, the early winter morning nothing to New Yorkers who had jobs to get to and errands to run. He knew that you two would be there since you told Sebastian that if you didn't come back home, then you'd most likely be at Chris' apartment with him.

With a duplicate key and extra food from the large breakfast your mother and Gigi had cooked earlier, Sebastian walked into the building, politely nodding his head once at the woman by the lobby as he stepped into the elevator with the paper bag full of Tupperwares and thermos cups. The time alone was enough for him to straighten out his thoughts, and even though his feelings were a mess everywhere, he'd manage to sort it through. It worried Georgetta when he walked down the stairs to start the morning.

"How'd you sleep last night?" Gigi asked him in Romanian, reaching into the pantry to get some syrup and ketchup before walking past him to set it on the dining table, where your nephews had already sat, propping up their sleep-ridden heads up with their equally tired arms.

"Alright..." he lied, the little falter of his voice giving him away, squeezing his eyes shut and abruptly stopping in his tracks as he scolded at himself for slipping up.

If there's one thing he naturally couldn't do in front of his mother, it was lying. And sure, the guy's a great actor, but Sebastian's not an actor in front of his mother.

"Are you going to see (y/n)?"

"Yes mama..." Sebastian hesitated; another tell sign. Georgetta sighed softly and turned to her son, gently cupping his cheeks.

"You know I'm here for you."

"I do."

"And you know that I love you very much."

"I love you too mama."

Her eyes search his for a second, her thumb gently rubbing over the dark, sunken skin beneath his eyes. "Take all the time you need my darling... love is not easy."

Sebastian didn't question how she knew, rather, he was grateful she knew him so much to tell what was going on. He smiled and leaned to kiss her cheek, whispering a 'thank you' and soft 'I love you'. She helped him pack the paper bags and was also the one to send him off after he practically scarfed down his breakfast like a wolf.