Sebastian stood in front of the club, eyeing Leon's car with a smirk.
It's safe to say that he now had a flat tire; there was no means for him to take someone anywhere if he was ever planning to.
"You know, maybe you should just let Zeno go; he's happy with Leon," Ezra, who was standing beside him, said in a calm voice.
Sebastian slowly turned and faced Ezra, "Oh? I didn't seem to hear you, can you repeat what you said?" He asked, a gun pointed to Ezra's face.
Ezra smirked, "Let the boy go, Sebastian, and take this trash out of my face," He scoffed and pushed the gun away from his face.
Sebastian cursed under his breath, "No, Ezra. I can't, you know it, you know how hard it's been for me this past year, living my life without him had been very difficult... meaningless," He threw his smoke to the ground and stumped on it.