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Albedo 2/6

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“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s comfortable with lying about his shortcoming…and their relationship. “I’m just pissed that it hurts so much.”

“Good. Keep it that way. Second guessing is a luxury we can’t afford, Seb.” Vincent’s voice is pretty strong, comforting even and Sebastian knows he right.

But he’s still bitter. He thanks God he doesn’t want to be.

“You can have the hot water tonight since you should probably clean that wound. I’m just gonna hang it up.” Vincent sighs as they enter the room. The dingy little hotel hadn’t been abandoned when they got there. For her credit, the owner was still there but was hold up with a shot gun in her office. Sometimes she stopped by to talk to them, tell them about when the power went out or when she saw a zombie. This town was still pretty safe though…for the most part.

“Sleep well.” Sebastian mutters. He sees Franck give him a melancholy look out of the corner of his eye before quietly closing the bathroom door. As he begins to unbutton his black shirt he hears the rustle of clothes and sheets on the other side. Then muffled voices, quiet and likely tired. He wrinkles his nose and he drops the shirt and peels off his undershirt. It almost disturbs him that just the thought of Franck and Vincent alone together makes him so uncomfortable. For God’s sake, he and Vincent were best friends. Not to mention the almost ten year age gap between the super zombie and their possessed friend.

He undoes his belt and remembers instantly why it bothers him. Because he’s had to put up with it a lot lately. So many times, Franck had unknowingly muscled in on his time with Vincent. Too many times he’d had to just stare at the wall, his back to them as the bed creaked lazily, his own hand just making him angry.

Worst of all when they finished and sank into sleep…he found himself stuck in place, with eyes refusing to close and mind refusing to settle. It was like they were on a wavelength, and if he couldn’t line up with them, none of him could. It took its toll, mind body and soul.

Hence why he was so aggravatingly bitter. He likes Franck. He doesn’t want to have to compete with the little fuck.

He turns the water on and notices tiredly the red grime gunking up the faucet. The water smells but at least it heats up quickly. He turns to yank the curtain shut and nearly jumps. Speak of the devil…and the devil within…

“Sebastian?” Franck’s voice is quiet, bordering on sounding hurt. While it’s one of the things Sebastian finds endearing about their number three, it annoys him now. Franck wants to talk? Why did he have to behave like a little brother, guilty of getting all the attention?

“Yes?” Sebastian asks. The elder’s nudity doesn’t even factor into this conversation. The two had been around each other naked, made love numerous times. It’s peripheral now…well, too Sebastian at least. The blush on Franck’s pale skin is also quite endearing.

“You…you don’t really let it bother you do you? I mean, we were telling the truth, there’s no point in getting down at a few bites and scratches just ‘cause you take longer to heal.” Sebastian’s lips quirk up a bit. He wonders if Franck has ever been able to raise his voice, the man’s inquiry is so gentle and hesitant. Then he narrows his eyes at the younger.

“Nice to know you trust me. Don’t worry about it, I’m just in a sour mood because I’ve not been sleeping well.” He says. He sees Franck’s eyes dart lighting fast down at his unwrapped and most certainly still bloody arm. Sebastian swallows and tries not to let his heart beat faster. He knows what lurks beneath…he knows Franck’s control is tenuous at best.

“I, I didn’t know. Um…your arm.” Another quick dart, Franck’s eyes are subtly getting wider and he probably doesn’t realize it but Sebastian does. “I…I just wanted to let you know…something he told me. He can help you heal faster…if you want.” Sebastian knows who Franck is talking about, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.