Redemption || MorMor

Two Words

It was the next day he decided to leave. And, consequentially, it was the next day that Sebastian cried to him and begged him not to, grasping onto his shoulder and stretching the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Please, please don't go! I can't cope without you, not for another day let alone 3 weeks! Please, Jim!" His perfect features looked somewhat less perfect as they were tear-stained and contorted. Jim gave him a look of sympathy, feeling guilty for a moment, before taking his hand and kissing it delicately.

"I promise I'll visit you as soon as I get out of court. I'll come straight here, okay? So keep an eye on the news, I'll be everywhere for a while."

He pulled his hand away so he could hug him. Jim was small compared to him, and so looked almost as if he was being crushed when he was hugged by someone as large as Sebastian. The driver, who wasn't Seb on this occasion, gave them a look but said nothing and got in the driver's seat. Seb was sobbing, "please don't go, please. I love you so much. I need you. Please don't go. Not again."

Jim pulled back an inch and cupped his face lovingly, "you'll be okay, tiger. I know how brave you are. You can do this. For me. I know you can. I have faith in you. Now take care of yourself or I'm going to be really annoyed when I get back. And you don't want me to be annoyed because I'm a bastard when I'm annoyed."

"You're a bastard anyway," he sulked, rubbing his nose on his sleeve.

"Well I'll be an amplified bastard then. Just take care of yourself, Seb. I mean it. No messing about. I want to see those abs, not left overs from kebabs. Okay?"

He sighed, "fine. Okay. Whatever," he grumbled but then grinned, taking him in for another, final hug. "I love you. Be careful."

"I know. I will be. I'll see you when I'm a freeman." He then released himself and went into the back seat of the car, kissing him once quickly before shutting the door once and for all, "Goodbye, tiger."

"Goodbye, Jim-Jam."

The next morning, Seb saw his boyfriend's face wherever he turned. And not because he was finally losing it, but because his boyfriend had, simultaniously, broken into the Tower of London, Pentonville Prison and the Bank of England. And something like that does tend to attract the attention of the media. He couldn't help but crack a small smile when he saw the printed, grainy, black and white face of his beloved man. Even through the bad quality, he would recognise that cheeky grin anywhere. It reminded him that Jim, even if it was in an unconventional manner, was healing. He was getting better. Finally. He was slowly walking the path back to his old self. And even if Seb didn't like the exact route he was taking to get there, he would do anything to get to that destination. So he tried. He kept to his promise and tried. He exercised everyday for at least 3 hours, he ate regularly, he cleaned, he did work. He did everything he could. The only thing that was missing was Jim. Even if he jam-packed the hours of daylight with distractions, the night-time was harder to fill. TV only interested him for so long, and then it was time for him to go to his lonely, Jimless bed. And that wasn't any fun. He hated the bed without him in it. It was far too big for one person. It was far too big for 2 people, if he was honest. But the way Jim's legs sprawled across the place made it feel like more room was being taken up. Seb missed holding him, cuddling him, kissing him, tickling him. He missed the smell of his hair, the touch of his skin, the gentle roughness of his stuble. Damn, he even missed his feet kicking him while he slept. There wasn't a thing about the man that Seb's heart didn't ache for as he stared up at the dark ceiling, the sheets feeling too free without Jim grabbing them for 'his side of the bed.'

But the point is that he tried. And he succeeded. He didn't fall into the depths of despair this time. He was okay. And he was eager for Jim to get out of prison. Seb watched the full coverage on BBC News, disapproving of their attitude towards his man, which only made him more excited to see him. He wanted to talk about everything that had happened. He wanted the gossip. He wanted to watch his face light up in the way he knew it would as he spoke about the trouble he had caused and the things that had happened as a consequence. But, above all that, he just wanted him home. He wanted things to go back to normal. He just wanted his Jimmy home again so he could take care of him. Seb even had a countdown on the fridge to the day of the trial.