"I was... very fond of my finches," Sebastian said, softly, a rather sorrowful expression passing over his face. They'd been his only roommates in New York. None of his relationships had ever made it to the 'staying overnight' phase, and the birds had basically summed up what company he'd had, before everything had gone... wrong. He adjusted his glasses, forcing a smile. "I, ah... I understood that they couldn't be... rescued, though. I'm not... not upset about it, anymore."
There had been a time, shortly after being moved from the botanical garden to the first government safehouse he was taken to, when he'd begged people to let go after his finches, or let him go. Until they got through to him with just how long he'd been holed up in the garden. Even if anyone was willing to go to his apartment with him to get the birds, there was no way they'd still be alive. After that, the thought of going back to his place at all had been a terrifying one. He still had nightmares about the birds, and finding their emaciated corpses. Starved to death because he hadn't been there.
Not being upset about it anymore was a bit of a lie, really. He swallowed, turning just half a shade paler than he normally was. However, he tried not to dwell on it. "I... I... ah. I... don't have any. Pets. Anymore. I just... I help with the bees, now."