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[Enjoy your birthday, Sebastian. You should be here with me. But we can delay the celebrations.]
*attaches photo*
[I am your present. You can unwrap me once you’re home]
Fed up of being holed up in the penthouse alone, so have gotten up, showered and gone to a fancy bar.
Now sat in a booth with an exquisite tasting single malt, and my laptop.
He’s been in bed all day, but busy working from his laptop. A much needed distraction from the fact he’d heard nothing from Sebastian. He’d not eaten today, he hadn’t even showered.
“You’ve had breakfast cooked for me?”
He couldn’t help but grin at that.
“I’m thinking I’d like it to be my birthday everyday… minus the getting older that is”
SMS: @Tygeroflondon
[I owe you an apology for last night… I was incredibly intoxicated.]
[So yes, I’m saying sorry… but don’t get fucking used to it.]
[I miss you.]












