Ever since he'd left Elsie's flat — the Kirke's flat — Sebastian had felt horrible about what he'd said. It'd been completely out of line, and — frankly, completely out of character for something like that to come out of his mouth. Of course, just when he'd made plans to make it up to her (likely make it up to both of them, given the fact that Kirke was bound to hear what he'd said from Elsie), work became positively slammed, and Sebastian barely had time to think. It didn't help that a lot of his shifts were night shifts.
Not only was he forced to sit and think about what he'd said, but there was little he could do about it other than think about ways to make it up. In the end, he'd settled on one of the things he knew he and Elsie had in common: books. He'd managed to find multiple children's books and a few first editions of her favorite books. For Tyb, he'd gotten him a bottle of whiskey and...a first edition book. Even walking to their flat Sebastian was berating himself for both the lack of finesse in gifts and the fact that he had to open his mouth like that.
He stood outside, merely mustering up the energy to face the two of them when he heard a sharp call, and he raised his head to see Kirke stalking toward him. Well, the man did not look happy. And frankly, Seb didn't blame him for it. But he didn't shrink as Kirke approached him. He raised the parcels by way of explanation. "Dropping these off." he said, setting his jaw. "For you and Elsie."
Not only was he forced to sit and think about what he'd said, but there was little he could do about it other than think about ways to make it up. In the end, he'd settled on one of the things he knew he and Elsie had in common: books. He'd managed to find multiple children's books and a few first editions of her favorite books. For Tyb, he'd gotten him a bottle of whiskey and...a first edition book. Even walking to their flat Sebastian was berating himself for both the lack of finesse in gifts and the fact that he had to open his mouth like that.
He stood outside, merely mustering up the energy to face the two of them when he heard a sharp call, and he raised his head to see Kirke stalking toward him. Well, the man did not look happy. And frankly, Seb didn't blame him for it. But he didn't shrink as Kirke approached him. He raised the parcels by way of explanation. "Dropping these off." he said, setting his jaw. "For you and Elsie."