I just have a lot of Jim feels.
“Sebastian, are you even listening to me?”
Sebastian’s head snapped up from the paper he’d been using to take notes. Well, he’d started out taking notes. Their meeting had been dragging on and eventually he’d just devolved into doodling. Jim was staring at him with narrowed eyes from across the card table they’d set up in the basement. Fuck. Caught. “Of course I am,” Sebastian said, sitting back and crossing his arms. He took a stab in the dark. “You were just talking about the forgery client.”
“That was fifteen minutes ago.” Double fuck. Jim arched an eyebrow. “What are you writing, there?” he asked, pointing to the paper on the table.
Sebastian quickly flipped it over. “Nothing.” He went to pick the paper up and crumple it.
He wasn’t quick enough. Jim’s hand darted out across the table and snatched it from Sebastian. His eyes widened as he glanced over the paper and he bit his lip, obviously trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, Sebastian. I didn’t realize you were a sixteen year-old girl,” he managed to say through a snicker.
Sebastian glared at him. “Shut up. I got bored, okay? You were going on and on and on about Siberia and the client list and the setup…”
“The drawings are actually quite good,” Jim interrupted, “but I think you’re missing something down here.” He picked up his pen and wrote near the bottom of the page before sliding it back across the table.
Sebastian picked it up. There, under where he’d signed Sebastian Moriarty in his own scratchy penmanship, Jim had signed in his pompous, flowy style – Jim Moran.
Hannah wanted to see Sebastian doodling “SM+JM” in the margins of his meeting notes and I kinda ran with the idea because it was so adorable. This is the only thing that’s been keeping me sane today. Enjoy :3