Following his usual morning-zombie-in-search-of-caffeine path, Reid padded into the kitchen just as the makeshift newspaper-Quaffle came flying out from the other end of the room, missing the bin and instead rolling right on up to knock against his ankle midstep.
Even balled up as it was, he could spot enough of the headline to know which page of the Prophet it had been, which specific article had spurred the need to toss it away like the garbage it was.
Fuckin' Randall-
He stalled for a moment, quietly pausing to allow his heart a second to break at the sight of Sebastian hunched over his spot at the counter, before leaning down to pick up the makeshift projectile. As resolutely as he could manage on short notice (and without caffeine yet), Reid closed the rest of the distance between himself and where Sebastian sat, then dropped the wadded up sheet of newspaper in front of him
( ... )
It was a testament to how annoyed, engrossed, and plain upset Sebastian was that he hadn't noticed Reid shuffle in immediately. He glanced up for a brief moment when Reid moved toward the bar
( ... )
Reid knew that look, that tone. He'd seen and heard it enough to know where it would go if it went unsupervised and was left to run rampant.
He'd also stood in the way of it enough times to not be phased by it, to jump right the hell in and tackle it to the damn ground.
"Hey-" he started, a focused snap that left no room for interruption or dismissal. He pushed the rumpled piece of newspaper aside and swiftly made his way around the counter, sliding himself in between Sebastian's seat and the countertop. He leveled himself in front of him and reached up to gently but firmly put Sebastian's face between his hands, fingers curling towards the back of his neck, forcing pointed eye contact.
"Fuck them," he repeated, brushing a thumb across the morning stubble on Sebastian's cheek. "No one's putting your head on any pike any time soon. There'll always be idiots shouting louder than anyone else out there, but they only win if you listen to them
( ... )
Sebastian let himself be moved, making enough space for Reid to slide in easily between himself and the counter. He could have resisted the intense and direct eye contact, but he didn't even try
( ... )
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Even balled up as it was, he could spot enough of the headline to know which page of the Prophet it had been, which specific article had spurred the need to toss it away like the garbage it was.
Fuckin' Randall-
He stalled for a moment, quietly pausing to allow his heart a second to break at the sight of Sebastian hunched over his spot at the counter, before leaning down to pick up the makeshift projectile. As resolutely as he could manage on short notice (and without caffeine yet), Reid closed the rest of the distance between himself and where Sebastian sat, then dropped the wadded up sheet of newspaper in front of him ( ... )
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He'd also stood in the way of it enough times to not be phased by it, to jump right the hell in and tackle it to the damn ground.
"Hey-" he started, a focused snap that left no room for interruption or dismissal. He pushed the rumpled piece of newspaper aside and swiftly made his way around the counter, sliding himself in between Sebastian's seat and the countertop. He leveled himself in front of him and reached up to gently but firmly put Sebastian's face between his hands, fingers curling towards the back of his neck, forcing pointed eye contact.
"Fuck them," he repeated, brushing a thumb across the morning stubble on Sebastian's cheek. "No one's putting your head on any pike any time soon. There'll always be idiots shouting louder than anyone else out there, but they only win if you listen to them ( ... )
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