With each visitor that passed through the doors of their apartment - Patrick, Agatha, now Barachiel - the knot between Sebastian's shoulders started to work its way out and he felt more confident that even if some people seemed to still have their nose up in the air about this particular announcement, the people who mattered to them were still there to support them.
He was in the kitchen - not because he spent a particularly large time there, but because he always seemed to be fussing with something when waiting for company - when he heard the knock at the door. He was about to go for the door himself when George - ever like an excited puppy - zoomed past him to the door. Sebastian rolled his eyes affectionately and leaned his hip against the counter.
Chuckling softly, Sebastian peered around the corner at Barachiel and waved, "I see that," he said with a grin. "If you were any kind of gentleman at all," Sebastian said with a playful grin, "you would have gone down and met her at the curb." He playfully stuck his tongue out at the other saint before coming forward to greet Barachiel with a hug. "Did you get here okay? Traffic wasn't awful, was it?"