Aftermath

 An hour and a half following their argument, Sebastian is still outside in the balcony, being chewed out by Benedict the entire time who he had called to ask for advice and just have someone to talk to.

"You are such an idiot," the same line that Benedict ends his sentences with for the past half hour.

"WHEN will you stop being such an idiot?"

"Genuine question," he adds.

"I know, I know!"

"You say you do, but I highly doubt that," Benedict responds.

"Can you just, I don't know, talk to her?" Sebastian asks him for a favor, hesitantly.

"And say what?"

"I don't know! Help… fix this…?"

 Benedict answers by laughing out loud.

"Come on, Ben, this isn't funny."

"It is to me."

"Look, I don't mind cleaning up after your shit at work," says Benedict.

"Because that falls under my work as well and I have to put up with it whether I like it or not. But I will NOT clean up shit in your personal life."

"This is solely YOUR problem," he adds.

"God, you're a prick."

"I'M the prick?? You told the poor girl that SHE was selfish because YOU abandoned her and she was hurt."

 Sebastian scratches his head. He doesn't want a replay of the events that happened.

"Plus, it's not like I wasn't telling you how to fix it in the first place. If you had just listened, none of this would have happened. Idiot."

"You know what, none of this is helping," Sebastian hangs up.

 He throws the phone on the low table in front.

"Arggghhh," he violently scratches his head with both hands.

 He grabs the incredibly light pack of cigarettes and peeks inside to find nothing, forgetting that there's none of it left.

"Godfucking—ARRRGGHHH," this frustrated him even more.

SHHOOM

 Incredibly frustrated, he warps right in front of a deserted convenience store, the only person in sight is the employee working the cash register who was staring outside the window and saw him materialize out of thin air and black mist.

 The person's jaw dropped, his eyes looked like they were going to fall out of their socket.

 The teleporting man heads straight inside, visibly annoyed, and goes straight to the counter where the pack of cigarettes, takes one, and tosses it to the stunned cashier.

"Wa-wai.. Did y- did you just—"

"What," he asks in an agitated tone, looking at the cashier who couldn't even form words properly.

"Wha-wha what are you, dude?"

"What?" he asks, face and voice confused, but still evidently agitated.

"Y-you just, poof," the man imitates and gestures him appearing out of thin air.

"Oh," he just realized what the man meant.

"Shit."

"Nah, man, you're just… tripping because you're depressed and miserable in this shithole," he attempts to gaslight the eyewitness.

"W-what, no."

"Buddy, trust me. You are. You, uh, hallucinate things when you're depressed and sleep-deprived or whatever," Sebastian goes on.

 He feels his pockets and finds nothing but his phone.

"Shit."

SHHOOM

 The man behind the counter is startled. He witnessed it again. This time, right in front of him, leaving him completely speechless.

SHHOOM

 Sebastian appears again and tosses a $50 bill on the counter.

"Y-y-y-you did it again!"

"Did what again?"

"Y-you disappeared! And t-t-teleported!"

"No, I didn't."

"Buddy, you need to get some sleep," a masterclass of manipulation from the teleporting man.

SHHOOM

 The startled employee hops back instinctively, seeing a man show up in the store, and disappear in and out of thin air.

SHHOOM

 He goes back to his penthouse balcony, taking a seat and smoking in peace. Hoping that it would offer some sense of peace and clarity.

 The entire stick is already burnt out and he is still distressed. He throws the butt on the ash tray brimming with ash and walks inside to grab his swords.

SHHOOM

 He teleports inside the mission control room. Everyone looks back at him as it was highly unusual for him to still be there at this time. Add the fact that he's wearing just a white shirt, sweatpants, socks and slippers, and his strapped, trusty swords.

 Despite their surprise, no one said a word and immediately went back to work.

 Benedict, who is already preparing to leave, is surprised by an unannounced visit from someone who didn't even bother knocking and just went straight inside and opened the door.

"What are YOU doing here?" he asks the mannerless visitor who went right to take a seat on the adjacent chairs in front of his desk.

"And what are you wearing?" he points out the person's clear violation of workplace's dress code.

"Oh, right. Well, I didn't have the time to change plus it's like 9 PM, who cares," Sebastian explains.

"Um, I do? Everyone here does?"

"I won't be here long anyway, give me something."

"'Give you something'? You mean a mission?" Benedict's eyebrows are frowning out of confusion.

"Uh, duh?"

"At this time?" Benedict asks, eyes squinting, eyebrows frowning even more.

"Jesus Christ, yes! Do I have to explain everything in detail? God."

"Is this your method of coping?" asks Benedict.

"Oh, my god, just give me something already!"

"I don't have anything for you, go home and sleep it off," Benedict shrugs his request off and walks out of the office.

"Oh, come on! You're seriously gonna leave?" he says to Benedict, right behind him as the man is still making his way out of the mission control room.

"That's what Rina would have said if you guys talked a year ago before you bailed," he mocks the pleading agent.

"Not funny."

"Good night, Agent Isaac," he closes the door on him.

"ARGGHH," Sebastian is left facing the automated, metal door.

 He looks back to the mission control floor, walking down to ask the personnel who are directly monitoring monster activity.

"Hey, buddy," he squats down beside one of the personnel.

"I, uh, h-hello, Agent Isaac," the man is flustered and confused.

"You got anything for me?"