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He'd been living in the apartment for a couple of months now, and hadn't had any luck finding a roommate. It was disappointing; Sebastian had promised his parents he'd be able to find one within a week, which had become a month, which had turned into 'soon'. They were starting to get a little agitated, so he'd put up another flyer at DCU with tear-off strips that had his cell phone number listed. This late in the school year, however, there weren't many takers.

He'd rejected someone who was probably selling drugs (and using their product), as well as an overly bro-tastic football player. There had been some tentative but promising calls about maybe for the fall semester, which left him open to another couple of months of parental nagging.

Sebastian had half-heartedly considered asking one of his friends about rooming with him, even temporarily, but everyone he knew already had an apartment or somewhere to live, hence putting the ad up.

So when his phone started buzzing in his pocket while he was reading, the last thing Sebastian expected to talk about with his friend was the apartment. "Matthew? What's up?"

"No, I was just uh," he replied with a pause while he tried to remember if he had any homework due, "reading," he continued, pretty sure there wasn't something hanging over his head this late in the year. "Did something happen?" Sebastian asked, sandwiching the phone between his ear and his shoulder while he fumbled around for a bookmark to use instead of his thumb. Naomi Drake was a librarian and had trained her son not to dog-ear pages.

Finally he found napkin to shove in place, dropping the book on the sofa and grabbing the phone in one hand again. He was trying to think of a reason for Matthew to have called him and was at an utter loss. Well, hopefully it wasn't anything too serious.

He was in the middle of running a hand through his hair as Matthew explained what had happened and it froze there once his friend asked about the roommate situation. "Wait, what?" Sebastian asked intelligently. "You want to move in here?" He paused, trying to corral his thoughts into some semblance of coherency.

"I uh, no, I haven't found a roommate yet," he continued, not very doing well with the whole coherency issue. "Did you want to, um, you haven't seen the new place yet have you? Maybe you should come over and take a look, I think it's smaller than what you have right now but uh, that'd be the perfect solution for both of us if you really did move in here."

Babbling to try and fill in conversation? Check.

He was nodding his head as Matthew iterated the points that made this such a good idea; not that his friend could see that, of course. "Hah, I remember when it broke," Sebastian said with a snort of disgust. That was just lazy and bad business, leaving something like that unrepaired for such a long time.

"Well, uh, if you wanted to stop by, just give me a call or whatever? I can order pizza and we can talk more about all of it," he continued, mostly ignoring the comments about the roommate. Matthew's former roommate had been...well. The less said about him the better, really.

"Perfect," Sebastian said happily. He hadn't planned anything to eat (said planning consisting of staring at his freezer or a list of take out menus), and Matthew coming over neatly solved that particular problem.

"Lemme give you the address, and vague directions on how to get to the apartment complex," he continued with a small laugh. People didn't really give out directions anymore, what with the ready availability of the Internet map services, or even GPS devices. Sebastian was pretty sure Matthew had a smartphone with built in GPS.

He quickly rattled off the address and apartment number, as well as the directions (along the lines of 'turn at this landmark' which was perhaps not so good). "See you in a few, then?"

Sebastian had, rather typically, gone back to reading his book while waiting. Fortunately for his friend, he hadn't gotten sucked into it and was paying enough attention to the outside world that he answered the door on the second knock.

"Hot, cold, as long as it's here," he said with the sort of cheerful grin that only a college student could muster when it came to food. "And you too, I guess," he added with a quick smile to take any sting out of the words; picking at each other was kind of a hobby by this point.

"Kitchen slash dining area is over this way." Waving a hand in the general direction of the kitchen, which was easily visible from the front door, Sebastian followed Matthew, hooking a chair out with one leg and collapsing into it. "You're a lifesaver. Tour after food, promise."

"Plus the shower works," Sebastian added around a mouthful of pizza, not able to resist another dig at Matthew's current apartment. "Uh, yeah," he continued, swallowing while standing up.

"Water, various kinds of soda, milk that I wouldn't trust," he stated after opening the door to the fridge and staring at Matthew over the top of the door. "Mt. Dew, of course, which magically appears in here." This was said with a relatively straight face; Sebastian was trying to cut back on his caffeine intake by cutting out his beloved Mt. Dew, but it was an uphill battle when practically everyone around you was drinking it.

"Probably some instant tea around, if you want," Sebastian offered, closing the fridge door after grabbing the pitcher of filtered water he tried to keep full. Two glasses were found, water was poured, and he sat back down while placing them on the table.

"So," he said after a moment and a few more bites of pizza, "If you did move in, how soon would we be talking?"