Why was Sebastian living in such a hole?
Mind you, it was nothing out of the ordinary, but Jim had been used to much better, to luxury, and he had thought he educated Sebastian to do the same!
This place had no style at all!
He was disappointed and it showed in the pout that appeared on his lips.
So he forced his way inside, picking the lock, quite an easy and boring task if he had to say it.
The inside was rather bare, typical Sebastian, he had this love for shabby things, didn't he?
Such a simple boy, he was.
"Ah, Sebby Sebby..." he sing-songed, spinning until he could sit on the sofa, sprawling himself on it, as if he owned the place.
It had been three years, three long years of annoyance and disappointment for Moriarty, Sebastian had to be happy to see him again.
He better be. He was counting on that.
And one part of him who he hardly listened to was looking forward to seeing his friend again.
He had missed him.
But that was only for him to know.