It is strange, Sebastian thinks, how ever since they started this thing the only time he gets high is when he wants to be grounded. When he needs to be tied down firm and safe by this…thing…between them.
It is strange, and a little unsettling, and probably a ticking time bomb of hurt and heartbreak, but.
He can’t stop.
He doesn’t want to stop.
He is already addicted.
He needs this, doesn’t know what he’s going to do when it’s gone, so he’s sure as hell going to hold on to every fucking minute of it until it is.
Sebastian may be getting high, but it feels like something else.
It feels like everything.