Sebastian: Text: Hummel, I know we haven’t really spoken the past two weeks but can we catch up tonight? I’ll buy the drinks.
Kurt: Text: I’ve been busy, sorry. Yeah, sure. Where?
Sebastian: Text: I wasn’t asking for an explanation, I was just stating a fact. And the bar on West? 7pm.
Kurt: Text: Whatever. Ok. See you.
Kurt placed the last items on his check up list inside the travel bag for their picnic that Sunday afternoon. Being a Sunday, both him and Sebastian got up late and had a good breakfast rather late in the morning, past 10. So their picnic was going to be a sort of late lunch. Chicken sandwiches, fruits, two thermus, one with freshed squeezed orange juice, the other with cool water, plus a poundcake that he had baked that very morning, and all the food was good to go. Dressed in plain jeans and a simple navy blue shirt (no point into dressing fancy to go to the park and get all dirty), Kurt walked around the kitchen, zipping the bag after placing several napkins in there, while he waited for Sebastian to come out of his room. “Sebastian! Are you ready to go?”, he called out to him.
Sebastian still wasn’t entirely sure what the point of all this even was, but when he mentioned it offhandedly to his therapist she had assured him that it was a good idea to get out of the house and resume normal life. He wanted to snap back that going on picnics wasn’t exactly his normal life but he needed to get out of the apartment for something other than therapy so he wasn’t complaining. It took him twice as long to get dressed - even in a simple jeans and shirt - than it did Kurt, but once he was ready he was sitting back in his chair, wheeling himself out of his room. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
Sebastian was sitting on the couch, watching some bad western flick from decades ago because there wasn’t really much else on. He wasn’t particularly paying any attention to it though, he was just waiting for Kurt to bring home the food because he was starving. He’d skipped lunch because he really hadn’t felt like it at the time. He’d had his therapy session today - not physical therapy either. The kind they try to get you to talk about your feelings which Sebastian wasn’t keen on but it was part of the program. He usually sat there silently, shrugging along with the questions asked of him, gaining several sighs from the person asking him. And afterwards he just hadn’t felt like eating, so he’d snacked on some potato chips half way through the afternoon but it wasn’t exactly fulfilling. He reminded himself to give Kurt some money to cover the takeout, and also some of the other takeouts he’d bought during the week. He heard the lock click and sighed in relief. “Please have food,” he called out.
Kurt had picked a good amount of Tai food, even if he had joked about bringing him sushi. He opened the door and found Sebastian already waiting for him. “No, I bring you the gift of my soothing presence. Of course I brought food. Tai, I hope you like it.” He walked to the kitchen table and started to empty the bag on it. He had had a long and hard day, so he was looking forward to some food, a relaxing shower and a good night of sleep. It was Friday evening, and even if he didn’t have to work the next day, he had a lot of things to do with his day.
Sebastian sighed after hanging up the phone, looking around the apartment. He needed to clear up the cereal but he just wasn’t in the mood for it now. He figured he could get back to it in fifteen, twenty minutes, but for now he was still starving. He went into the kitchen, ignoring the crunch of the cereal under the wheels, and opening the fridge. He grabbed out an apple, and a chocolate bar. They each contridicted each other, but they were both quick and easy so it would do. He went back in the living room, watching the television while he ate the apple and chocolate. After finishing them, he resigned his avoidance of cleaning up the cereal, picking up a dustpan and broom, attempting to sweep it up.
Kurt paid the cab driver and stepped out of the taxi in front if Sebastian’s apartment building. On his hand, he carried two re-usable bags filled with two containers each, and one hand he carried a tray from the coffee shop place with two smoothies. He walked into the building and got into the elevator, up to where Sebastian’s place was. The stubborn man he was, Kurt was determined to help his… friend, him out; even if he was pretty sure it would come back to bite him on the ass. He walked up to the door to his apartment, which he remembered from him mentioining sometime, and after taking a huge breather, he knocked on the door.
so let me give your heart a break
give your heart a break
Ah.. The good ol’ days…