2AM this morning
It was a good thing he was in the hospital, because if Sebastian had another cup of coffee he was sure he was going to end up vibrating into bloody atoms and start walking through walls and just---dissolve into a different universe.

Okay, okay that was an exaggeration, but with every crash came insane ideas, and now that he was at the height of his fourth---fifth, fifth? Was it fifth? Okay, whatever number it was, Sebastian was attempting to control himself and his shaking limbs.

This was bloody ridiculous. He shouldn't have to wait until two in the morning to speak to his wife. Mackenzie wasn't the only one that had been doing the avoiding, Sebastian was quite sure they hadn't said more than ten words to each other since he got the ministry tattoo, but he'd made the attempt now, right? That had to mean something, right? No healer in their right mind would ever work such long hours unless they--they didn't need the money, Mackenzie was already a resident so it wasn't like she needed the experience, so it was obvious that she was avoiding him and he couldn't think and wow did they put a lot of cinnamon in this cup.

The clicking of heels made his head snap quickly, and Sebastian groaned, hand going up. You can't pull something just turning, right? He managed a grin at his wife and attempted to ignore the fact that they both looked like they didn't want to be there.