Steff. Steff, I swear to god. YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS MY WEAKNESS, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED.
The last time Sebastian and Barry had spoken, it had ended on bad terms.
It was Sebastian’s fault, really. He’d been itching for a fight that night – had enough alcohol in his system to get an entire frat party buzzed. Which is why he had even less of a filter than usual as he stumbled home at 3am, only to be accosted by Barry in the living room.
It was fine, at first. His brother was only trying to make sure that he was okay – to make sure that he was going to drink some water, and to see if he needed any help getting to bed, but Sebastian had lashed out under the attention – aimed for where it hurt. Called him a freak – told him that no one believed his stupid stories about their mother’s case, and that Barry had made it all up to cope with the fact that he couldn’t deal with being the son of a murderer. Had told Barry to grow the fuck up.