Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter twenty-two

"So how are things going with you two?" Sebastian asked, when filming broke. He raised a

cautioning hand and his brow rose in slight worry, as he added, "You don't have to tell me, if you

don't want to."

You shrugged with a shy smile. "We really just kinda worked it out yesterday. But today's going

pretty well," you said.

"Yeah, he said some things," Sebastian told you, jutting his chin at Chris, who was getting looked

over by a makeup artist. "I figured out the rest." He turned his gaze back to you. "That musta hurt.

But, if I can put in my two cents..." His brow peeked, his expression innocently asking your

permission to go on and you shrugged again. "He had a moment of weakness. That's not the guy I

know."

"Wasn't the guy I know, either," you said, glancing over at Chris.

"I know he's sorry," Sebastian confidently said. "God, ya shoulda seen him last week. I swear he

asked for his phone after every take. Guess he was looking for a message from you. Poor guy was

a disaster. Didn't look like he was sleeping, was either real quiet or real pissy. And if he was like

that here-" Sebastian blew out a breath. "Man, I don't even wanna think about you cryin' or

anything."

You shrugged, a pout pulling to one side of your mouth. "What can you do? I guess love hurts."

"I'm not trying to make excuses for him or anything," Sebastian said, a bit defensively. "He messed

up. Big time." His brow wagged up in emphasis. "You know, he said he was in a bad place and he

made some mistakes, wasn't thinking straight. But it doesn't make it okay. I just thought you

should know, he wasn't enjoying anything about this whole thing. It worried him sick, the thought

of you not coming back. That muscled up idiot really, truly does love you, ya know? Practically

worships the ground you walk on."

"Guess I love that muscled up idiot," you smirked, a bit shy.

Sebastian smiled. "I'm glad you guys are giving it another go," he nodded, thoughtfully. "You guys

are good together." He paused, his head tilting to one side as he shrugged. "Besides, if you two pull

through, I don't have to be the asshole you blame for setting you up in the first place."

"I'm still glad you said something to him that night," you smiled, kindly. "Win or lose, it's

definitely been a good ride."

"That's the spirit. I like that," he agreed. "You know, he's not so bad. Give him a chance and I think

that big, dumb animal would do anything to make you happy."

That was sweet. Sebastian gave you some new perspective. Of course, it did make you feel better

hearing about Chris' unhappiness. That doesn't make you a bad person. It just makes you human.

And Chris was human, too. Albeit an exceptionally well built specimen of human, but one with

feelings nonetheless. And he cared and worried and hurt last week. All for you.