[Sitting down in the young master's presence? Sure. Why not. His aesthetics are already down the drain - might as well add to it.]
Thank you,
[Sebastian says, sounding not at all thankful. The closest seat would be the young master's armchair, but Sebastian's not about to occupy and bleed all over that. The footrest will have to do instead.
It's only a few metres away, and Sebastian actually manages to make it there on his own - stubbornly, ignoring how it hurts to put weight on the foot, he almost doesn't limp at all before sinking down on the footrest.
Sits there. Stubbornly does not ask the young master to fetch the first aid kit. /five years old]