jim how did you even
jim just lost all faith in humanity
Seb stared at Saint Peter in disbelief, and then anger. “What? No, I can’t go in there!”
The taller man— angel?— gave a sort of shrug. “You’re good at heart.”
“Bullshit,” Sebastian growled, crossing his arms. “I mean, I’ve spent half my life making /sure/ I didn’t….”
The angel cocked his head. “And why’s that?”
Sebastian grew quiet. A moment of silence passed between the two of them, outside the golden gates. “Because of him.”
Peter opened his mouth to answer, when a shoe- a very fucking expensive shoe- flew over Sebastian’s head. It’s thrower stood on the other side of the gates wearing Westwood and aviators, and something between a scowl and a maniac grin. “Oi, over here, you dolt!”
Sebastian forced himself to drag his eyes away from Jim for just a moment to throw an accusatory glance at the saint. “How the fucking hell did /he/…”
Peter chuckled. “Apparently, he’s got some dirt on The Big Guy.”
You are amazing. All of the awards for you.
God had IT problems he needed fixed.
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