No matter the reassurance he got, Sebastian was still nervous about meeting George's family. Even if they weren't blood family, they were still more family than Sebastian ever had. He'd done his best to clean up the apartment (which was spotless any other day anyhow) and cook something that everyone would like (organic, with enough vegetarian options that he could eat and not look like he was being picky) and was generally just trying to be the perfect husband... even if no one knew they were married. But he liked seeing George happy and that was the most important thing to him.
He stood when George jumped up, trying to muffle a snort, but mostly standing there grinning as well. None of the saints ever recognized him... too young, too pretty. The Victorians had done one hell of a number on him. His artwork all changed from some picture of masculinity soldier to a young nude in the throes of divine ecstasy and... well, it sort of showed. And if that was the only thing he was insecure about, standing there watching George greet his brothers, then he was doing pretty good.