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Desmond knew how to do this. He'd run the course so many times. He'd learned to keep his steps light, to match his shadow to the ones on his wall. He hadn't made a single noise on the lead up to now, in the closed off room. One man sitting on a chair, his back to the wall. He knew he hadn't been seen, that he had been quiet enough to be unnoticed.
But the man on the chair had seen him.
"Oh, if you wanna start that, you have already lost and you know it."
"You do know that flirting isn't actually a competition? It's important to me that you know that."
Zavi giggles, and hugs Sean quick once.
And then, as he's heading off to his own house and bed, he calls back. "Fuck me yourself, coward!"
Sean laughs, and heads off home himself, purposefully not thinking about it. He's not thinking about it when he gets to his front door, when he kisses his mom good night, when he changes for bed and slips under his covers.
He's not thinking about it. He's not-
And of course, twenty minutes later when a weird layer of shame and guilt are taking over from the bliss, he bumps into his mother on his way to the bathroom.
Solonna raises an eyebrow at how stricken her son looks, and forcefully doesn't laugh at him. "Everything all right, mijo?"
"Yep. All good. Just-" He nods at the bathroom, keeping his hands tucked behind his back.
"All right." Solonna tortures her son a little longer by pretending to scrutinise him. "Well. Good night, nene."
"Yeah, night!" Sean practically shouts, launching himself into the bathroom.
Sean glares at himself in the mirror, while washing away his guilt, but he can't help but blush. Half at the imagined, er, situation he had dreamed up, and half because it was such an embarrassing response that even Zavi would tease him for.
Yet, when he climbs back into bed, he feels somewhat vindicated that Zavi likes him. Picked him. Even if Sean's response to it is mildly-to-horrifically embarrassing.
He's asleep before he hears Desmond come home.
Screaming wakes Sean, and he tears himself out of bed, mind sluggishly trying to process being awake, being panicked-
Gunfire.
Sean allows himself one moment to freeze, collect himself, then grabs whatever clothes are closest. "Des, we gotta-" he starts, and then looks.
Desmond's bed is empty.
There's a scream from outside, rage filled and awful, but then it stops as a gun fires three times.
Sean forces himself to quiet, to get as close to the window as possible, to assess. Don't panic. Don't think about Desmond out there. We'll find him. He's gonna be okay.
You trained for this.
Once he's sure of himself, he opens the window, as quiet as he can, and pulls himself up and over.
He makes it three steps before a gun is in his face.
"Another one of the kids, we taking him too?" The masked figure says.
The figure doesn't get to speak again, as a knife rips through his throat.
He gurgles as he falls.
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