Sebastian let himself relax back against George, supporting himself on the other saint's stronger body and squeezing his eyes closed tighter and reaching down for George's hand. He shook his head and muttered into the pillow, "Nothing that you will get me..." he said. At least he was honest.
He buried his face in his pillow, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly to try to push away a sob, swallowing it down. "How did I get like this?" he muttered. "I used to not care. I used to be able to hide it all better. I wish I was strong like I used to be. Instead of... this."