Zeno followed Sebastian back to the house. He was feeling very tired, but he couldn't complain; he wasn't expecting Sebastian to give him some minutes of rest; it was better he kept to himself.
They passed the living room, and Sebastian headed into the kitchen; Zeno was still slowly following him behind.
He stood at a distance as Sebastian took water out from the fridge, watching as he slowly turned to him.
Zeno didn't remove his eyes from Sebastian's; he wanted to know why he had called him; he had an idea, but just like yesterday, he didn't want to delusion himself by jumping to impossible conclusions.
Sebastian wasn't jealous, maybe he wanted to say something to him about tonight's mission.
Yes, that should be it.
Sebastian had been angry at first, but as he stared at Zeno's tired face, he began to ask himself why he was angry in the first place. Nevertheless, he still asked him the question he wanted to ask him.