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[He doesn’t move, though, not for a moment, as if he’s planning, or something like that. Then, he moves, irrespective of the hand still on his shoulder, twisting over until he’s facing Sebastian. He looks up at him for a long silent minute, before breathing out a soft, somewhat watery-sounding laugh, and offering him a wan little smile.]

I’d entertained the thought. Coliseum. It’d be a good watch.

[His voice is just a touch raspy from not having spoken, and then having been crying earlier, still quiet, but mostly calm. It doesn’t seem like he’s about to do anything rash, but then, it rarely ever does.]

I believe I remember you mentioning it. I told you that if I might die out of sheer bad luck and a terrible track-record with whatever higher power likes keeping me miserable.

[Sebastian readjust, shift until he has one arm tucked under Jim’s head, bent at the elbow, tips of his fingers stroking Jim’s hair, his other hand warm and unyielding against Jim’s sharp hip. He strokes the soft skin just inside of Jim’s pelvis with his thumb, doesn’t move to kiss his quite yet. He’s must too busy taking in Jim’s expression, his eyes, the lines creasing around his lips.

This moment, right here, is probably the most ‘normal’ one they’ve had to date and, as unnatural as it feels, he’d like to keep it.

Something in his gut starts to unwind.]