Sebastian cradled his head in his hands, eyes closed. He had drunk far too much and seeing Reuben again had brought back any number of things he didn’t want to remember or think about. With those memories in mind he hardly felt in the mood to discuss becoming the paramour of anyone.
“I’m not sure I want to.” He said quietly, sure they’d continue to talk over him. Sergius would make whatever decision he felt was best for them and Sebastian would go along with it. He had too much invested to walk away over something this silly.