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Sebastian
Sebastian had been out of a relationship for around three and a half months before the filming portion of Civil War had started. The tabloids had made it sound harsh and brutal, when in reality Margarita and him had been feeling more like friends than actual lovers and one day decided to make it final and just split. He still had her as one of his speed-dials, she still texted him everyday before she knew he was due to start filming (mostly telling him not to go too hard on himself and that she's there to talk if he needs it) and they've become better friends than they were before they were dating. Sure, getting used to being 'just-friends' took some getting used too but eventually they worked around the tense moments of awkward silences and now they seem to be a lot closer than before.
No one asked about his relationship so he didn't speak of it. The majority of the people on set had already found out anyway, but Chris was still surprised to find out (even if he did try to mask his surprise, which he failed spectacularly at).
"So," Chris was stretched out the sofa in Sebastian's hotel room, flicking through TV stations lazily whilst Sebastian half-paid attention to the clothes he was throwing in his suitcases, "when's your flight?"
"Three AM." Sebastian grunted. The last première had drained him of the little energy he had left after the final press tour and he had gone through the entire day with no caffeine. His system was getting ready to shut down any minute now but Sebastian had, stupidly, left all his packing to do now and couldn't afford to leave it any longer lest he forget entirely.
Chris snorted from his position on the couch. "Don't you sound excited."
"Coffee, Chris, I'm in desperate need of a damn coffee." Sebastian sighed, falling backwards onto the hotel bed and pushing his suitcase over the edge (thankfully he had already zipped it up).
He didn't need to look to know that Chris had rolled his eyes. They've been filming together since 2011 and hit it off right away; they knew each other like they knew themselves. Some people said they had a great friendship, some people online 'shipped' them with each other and were 100% committed to the idea of those two one day actually dating, and others just left them alone.
"How 'bout this?" Chris made a noise as he pulled himself from the couch and chucked a pillow at the brunette. "I'll get coffee, you finish packing. Mackie wants us to go over to his room in like an hour to watch some show he's obsessed with. That sound good?"
Opening one eye Sebastian turned his head to rest his cheek on his shoulder and pout childishly at Chris, "Can I get two cups?"
"We're about to go spend the next two hours with Mackie," Chris grinned as he opened the door. "I'll buy you the whole fucking store if you want it."
He didn't get the whole store but he did pick Sebastian up two cups of deep-roast coffee and a pastry.
(2 New Messages) From: Chris
>Have a good flight yeah?
>You'll be fine, trust me mate.
To: Chris
<Thanks C, see you for the interview next month right?
Sebastian hates flying. He can't pinpoint the exact point of his life where he began to hate it, nor can he tell you why he despised it so much, he just did. Sometimes he'll just spurt out an answer when someone asks him about it but he never takes time to actually think it over. He can remember liking it during his first couple years of filming movies and TV shows, but then it began to get old and repetitive. That might be the reason why, it's repeating the same routine over and over again with nothing new happening in between.
But he can't drive everywhere and he's not going to put his body through the two day train journey like his friends suggested - thinking back on it they may have been picking on him for his fear of flying. So Sebastian swallowed his nerves, boarded the flight and buckled his seat belt a little bit too tightly.
Take off was quick with only a little bit of turbulence and then they were slicing through clouds and over the city of Atlanta. Sebastian had denied the chance of getting a private jet from Marvel and instead found himself on a semi-private, close to empty flight. The old lady sitting in front of him had pulled out a book and already sped through thirty or so pages before they even reached the fifteen minute mark of the flight; the mother and child a couple rows behind him had both fallen into a nap; the group of teenagers in the back corner had pulled out phones and headphones, a couple hand game consoles and were all preoccupied with their own things. Most left Sebastian alone except three fifteen year olds who recognized him and came over to get pictures and autographs.
Sebastian pulled out his iPhone, put the ear jacks into his ear and pressed shuffle on his playlist before leaning back in his seat and avoiding looking at the view outside. Closing his eyes Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his hair simultaneously. Calming his nerves while flying has always been difficult since his fear started and, whilst not impossible, it takes ages to get his mind relaxed. Usually calming down involves evening out his breathing; thinking about something he enjoys or distracting himself with a book, script or his phone for the entire flight.
But he has time to learn his lines later on for his next movie, he has no book on him at the moment and using his phone involves moving from the surprisingly comfortable position on the less than comfortable plane seat. His mind ended up wondering like it's done a lot except this time it wondered into a different direction.
Towards the memories of Chris.
Chris and the way the left side of his mouth quirks up a fraction of a second before the right side when he laughs, the way his entire face lights up when he's really happy, the way the muscles in his arms flex even in the simplest of tasks; the way his hair is always bed-rumpled and his eyes puffy in the mornings-
And Sebastian's eyes snapped open quickly because what the hell?! Chris is his best friend - well one of them - and he's not supposed to be thinking about him like that. He's supposed to be thinking of him in the exact opposite way.
His phone buzzed in his lap making Sebastian jump slightly before running a hand down his face and picking up the phone.
(1 New Message) From: Chris
>'Course, how's the flight so far?
Great, just been daydreaming about you and the way you look damn sex-
To: Chris
<Not having a panic attack yet so I would say pretty good.
Remembering how Chris gets when Sebastian is on a flight (bless him, Chris worries the most and only relaxes when Sebastian sends him the 'landed' text) Sebastian quickly added,
<Not that I'll be having one any time soon.
He didn't get a text back for another three hours but every time he checked his phone he saw that Chris hadn't even read the text yet (he always keeps the read receipts on) so he probably got preoccupied with whatever he's doing for Gifted.
The flight landed at nine in the afternoon, but getting through the mob of fans and paparazzi and then driving back to his place took a while; so he didn't close his front door after him until around eleven. Chris had texted him back by then.
(2 New Messages) From: Chris
>Good. You land okay?
>Did you by chance pick up my sweatshirt. You know the blue one? Can't find it anywhere.
Sebastian dug through his suitcases before replying.
To: Chris
<Landed fine, bit shaky near the end but other than that it was a good trip.
<Nah mate, probably left it in the hotel.
(1 New Message) From: Chris
> I swear to God Seb, you said that about my leather jacket and you ended up wearing it in an interview...
Sebastian is currently wearing that said leather jacket.
To: Chris
<Cross my heart, no blue sweatshirt over here.
Chris
Chris knows that Sebastian doesn't have his sweatshirt. Mackie has it because apparently blue looks good on him and it's comfortable, so Chris just left Mackie to fan-girl over the sweatshirt and texted Sebastian. He can't say why Sebastian was the first person who popped to mind, or why he texted Sebastian about the damn blue sweater that Mackie had been practically hugging. Chris didn't really think about it... he seems to be doing less and less thinking when it comes to his co-star and more saying or doing.
Sebastian thinks he's in a relationship with Jenny Slate; the whole world does. Sebastian thinks he's 100% straight and in a happy, committed and new relationship with his newest co-star.
Chris is not. He and Jenny get along, they're friends and when the rumours started speculating neither of them made any effort to stop them which only turned out to smack them in the faces. Now Chris can't exactly say anything about his 'relationship' and bring out the truth until an interviewer asks him about it. Jenny had some interviews just after the tabloids published the story but wasn't asked about it and if the people running the questions don't ask, you don't say. That's the rule.
Which means that Chris is in the relationship until next month when he, Mackie, Sebastian, RDJ and Scarlett have an interview with Fallon. Which means that he'll be kicking himself for the next month.
He doesn't even know why he's getting so worked up over the fact that Sebastian of all people thinks he's in a relationship. They're friends. Platonic, heterosexual friends with no feelings towards each other except for a mutual likeness.
Right?