"Oh, thank God," he let out without a second thought, pushing himself up and to his feet. Sebastian let out a shaky breath, hopefully from the caffeine. His cheeks hurt from smiling his first actual smile in literally weeks, and Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stand up on end. He must look like an absolute nut job that escaped Ward 49, with his wide eyes and wrinkled clothes and...having sat around in a waiting room for hours upon hours.
At least he knew some of the people around here, and listening to the stories of what was going back and forth. Babies. Lots and lots of babies. Which made sense because he was in the pediatrics' waiting room, but still. Not just women having babies. Sick babies. Loud babies. Babies who didn't seem to know what personal space was and decided to sit under his chair.
It had been a very long day.
"So---" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, even though technically it was pointing to the wall, "Would you be okay with finding like---a twenty-four hour grocery store or...or something so I get a brownie? We could get food?" Sebastian let out a loud laugh at himself, "Because---because I'm rather hyped up on coffee and need something solid in my stomach before I throw up, and you worked through lunch and I would've gotten you something but---I got caught up coloring."
Another laugh as he bent and picked up an ABC coloring book, flipping through the completely finished pages, A to Z.
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