Olivia gazed up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of vulnerability. The atmosphere between them was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. "Sebby..."
Seb stepped back as she moved closer to him and stood up, "Lets go, Olivia. Its getting colder here."
Even as drunk as she was, she knew that he wasn't going to discuss the past. She could see it in the stubborn set of his face. Slowly, she nodded," Fine fine. I'll go. I didn't ask you to come here with me, you know. I'd have found my way back to my room."
Seb nodded and gestured for her to precede him as he followed her, sighing slowly. "Oh, I have no doubt you'd find your way back eventually, probably with a few detours along the way and maybe having lost a few things."
"But I am not your responsibility... anymore, Seb.", she goaded.
