Sebastian pushed his hair out of his face and smiled a little bashfully. He shook David's hand and grinned back at Patrick. "Thank you?" he said. "You two look... well, Dewi, you... haven't changed as much as Patrick has," he chuckled.
"Come in you guys, sit down... Our place is your place," he said, moving his guitar off one of the chairs and putting it back on its stand near the piano shoved into a corner, surrounded by bookshelves. It was truly amazing how much stuff Sebastian could cram into one little apartment and still have room for everyone to move around. Living in a matchbox studio apartment for years had taught him a few organizational skills. "Dinner will be ready in a few, so... can I get anyone drinks once you're finished having your ribs crushed by George?"