(he's about 18 :] )<br/><br/><br/>Sepiroth looks a little nervous as Shawn watches him, he's not used to people looking at him unless they're clients.. or that hungry gaze his father often had when staring at him, yet Shawn's gaze is different.. he's never being looked at in confusion before, Sepiroth blushes a little when Ann has to get Shawn's attention. Sepiroth gazes at Shawn's hand  when the tube is removed from Shawn's throat, he keeps quiet and tries to stay out of the way when Shawn's sat up and given the painkillers..<br/><br/>Sepiroth looks startled when Shawn wants him to stay, Sepiroth expected to be shooed out. He gasps softly when Shawn's fingers half entwine with his and tightly grasp his hand. Sepiroth feels his mouth go dry and focuses on keeping himself together, everything starts to blur a little and a dull roaring starts in his head. It fades when Shawn loosens his grip and Sepiroth feels shame sink into his stomach like lead. 'what's wrong with me?' he thinks. 'I know he doesn't want to hurt me and yet, the tight contact of his hand.. why am I so afraid, when I have my clients do so much worse..?' eventually the roar in his mind stops and he listens to Ann talk to Shawn and explain the caution he needed to take while on the road to recovery, Sepiroth bites his lip a little in thought. 'he will not recover if he returns to his home, in fact he might die..' Sepiroth thinks to himself. 'while father is on the road to recovery, his admittance from his sickbed still seems far away.. I could speak to Adonis, sweet talk him into not bringing clients to my home or coming himself.. of course he'll want his pay for that, so I'll have to jump in his bed whenever he wishes but.. but.. I cannot let Shawn die, not when I can do something about it..' he nods to himself firmly.<br/><br/>Sepiroth smiles weakly, snapping out of his thoughts. “I'm sorry, that is the only phone I have on hand and I was..” he shakes his head slowly and clears his throat. “helping Adonis with something, else I would have phoned sooner..” he goes pale when his fears of his father phoning become reality. “o-oh..” he says hollowly. “w-what did he say? I-I'm sorry he yelled a-at you, my f-father is.. o-overprotective..” the lie was so easy, it's the lie his mother always told him. “I'm sorry your father is angry at you..” Sepiroth pauses and smiles weakly, a smile that becomes happier and a little wider. “y-yes.. I would like to be in the club with you..” he shakes his head. “you don't need to listen to him, and you didn't get me in trouble! If anything I should be the one who's apologising.” he hesitates before asking nervously. “when the hospital lets you out.. w-would you.. l-like to stay at my home until you're better?”