Sebastian just stared at Dylan's outburst, his mind drifting back to everything that had happened in Korea.
That night.
And the morning after.
He remembered how he had left too early, not even giving Dylan the chance to wake up. He had known how young he was, yet he still chose to walk away without a word, catching the earliest flight out as if distance could erase everything.
At the time, he hadn't thought it would hurt him that much.
But now… it was clear he had been wrong.
Just like Dylan had been discovering things about himself back then, Sebastian had been going through his own turmoil, perhaps even worse in his own way. He had realized something he wasn't ready to accept, something he had spent years avoiding.
And instead of facing it, he ran.
The problem was, it didn't leave him.
It never did.
It stayed, buried but alive, and every time he saw Dylan, it resurfaced.
Sometimes, he hated him for that.
