sebastian plz.
[Yes, good call, Sebastian, since even just that sincere thank you is enough to make his eye twitch a little. He's not at all sure what exactly in Sebastian's everything is so irritating to him, but it is.]
Okay, wow, one hundred and twenty six years, noted, that makes you practically a teeny tiny teenager, dude, compared to Aramis and Porthos, or Arthur and Merlin, man, they're like your great-great-great-an-infinite-number-of-greats grandparents. Except they're nobody's grandparents unless Merlin did something in his waiting years that I'm not aware of, but F-Y-I, I want to be unaware of it. Forever.
[He clasps his hands together, and attempts to listen. He gets as far as "generally don't work the way fairytales do" until he starts making a weird noise, though still letting Sebastian finish what he's saying until he bursts out with:] Seriously, have you talked to Snow? Just. Have you talked to Snow. If you have, then you know I don't just "have a point", I have, like, ten million points.
And yeah, dude, come on, it's gonna lift! At some point. Probably. Somehow. [CONVINCING. Shut up, he totally believes it's not forever, he just has no idea how it's going to lift.]