Closed: Full moons and ticking clocks.

[daleysebastian]

The lunar cycle was the easiest thing in the world to predict. At one point in his life, the events that happened on the inevitable full moon were also predictable. That point wasn't actually too long ago. Where ever Sebastian had gone over the years saw him paying too much money to buy and/or convert a space where he could lock himself away,

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[reidinggg]

Dramatically, epically poor timing had already been established. This time, if nothing else, he was very much aware of his own lack (or excess?) of timeliness. At this point, Reid figured it was expected of him.

At the very least, along with having memorized the lunar calendar for the next five years or so, he had gotten very well-acquainted with the progressive shift of sunrise and sunset hours throughout the months. At this time of year, proper, full sunset clocked in at a few minutes short of 8pm.

Which was why, early into the evening, just as the sun was barely just starting to creep its way down the horizon, he made his way through that specially made gap in the manor's defenses (not a big deal, still, despite everything else, not a big deal) and Apparated in his usual spot in the main floor's sitting room.

He didn't have to. He shouldn't have, really. Most parts of him hadn't wanted to, having deemed that he had already witnessed enough werewolf transformations to provide him with years' worth of nightmares, had filled in

[daleysebastian]

"Hi." Sebastian was already looking up, even though he didn't need to. The number of people who could Apparate in was literally two

[reidinggg]

"Yeah, no kidding. Believe it or not I think I've finally figured that whole schedule out-" Reid shrugged as he hopped up to sit on the arm of the couch, kicking his shoes off (the Rules of the House growing up had always enforced taking your shoes off at the door, a habit which had stuck with him beyond the walls of his childhood home and had always encouraged his habit of sitting on furniture in ways that weren't exactly conventional) and propping his feet against the cushion, elbows leaning against his knees.

"But tough. Here I am."

He glanced across the room at the ticking grandfather clock Sebastian seemed to have been fixated on, then back to the man in question, taking note to the strained set of his jaw, the twitching clench of his hands, that particularly noticeable stiffness that had settled into his posture.

"How much time?"

He had been and still was expecting some arguing, some insistence that he shouldn't be here, words that it seemed he had heard entirely too much already on similar occasions these past months. But

[daleysebastian]

"Fifteen," Sebastian shrugged. "Give or take." It would probably be less. From experience and many years filled with little more than dread and self-hate, Sebastian knew his timing was always a little off. He usually expected it later than it was