It had been a total of fourteen hours since Sebastian had boarded that private jet in a small airport in Austria. It was fourteen hours within a space no bigger than a hallway. It was fourteen hours of simply sitting in a leather chair. Fourteen hours of attempting to placate his maker utilizing his own affinity to ensure the pilots were able to safely get them to their destination. He had never before been required to maintain his control of those pheromones and emotions for so long, the sheer action of it all was particularly taxing for the vampire, leaving the man entirely exhausted by the time the wheels of the plane hit the ground within Sacrosanct once more. He could hardly deny how utterly enjoyable it sounded to return to his lavish mansion within the north if only to simply sleep. And yet, there was perhaps one desire that lingered far greater within the Englishman. It had been nearly sixteen days since Sebastian had laid eyes upon the fairy King he so adored. His trip to Austria had been entirely abrupt, the vampire unable to alert his companion of his departure, much less his return. Still, within those infinitely long hours upon the aircraft, Sebastian had found he had quite a bit of time to see to the arrangements he had promised for 'next time'.

Coaxing the aquarium to stay open for his own benefit was hardly an easy task, the staff members alone required extra payment and indeed a generous donation was made in his name to the aquarium's capture and release fund in order to see his plans come so quickly to fruition. The restaurant, thankfully, was hardly as costly to win over and so, after depositing his maker and her things at whatever destination she intended to stay at for the evening, Sebastian found himself settled in the back of a jet black town car that slid down the quiet roads of Sacrosanct and towards the Western lofts. There was a small collection of wrapped boxes next to him in the back seat, the vampire had taken every opportunity within the foreign country to purchase gifts that might, hopefully, earn him some measure of forgiveness. He had considered entirely that there was a possibility Dorian might over otherwise busied himself within Sebastian's absence. He had contemplated the notion of returning to no longer being the King's favored, the thought alone once again saw his fingertips to raise to the coin around his neck in a nearly unconscious effort to reassure himself.

Slowly, his forehead leaned against the cool glass window, his crystalline gaze only half way watching the silhouettes of buildings they past and yet, Sebastian could hardly stop the yawn upon his lips. For a brief moment his eyelashes fluttered closed and slowly too those concerns faded away thanks entirely to his sudden tiredness. "Sebastian, we're here." The soft lyrics brought the vampire's gaze upwards towards the face of his manservant. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, glancing at the clock on his cellphone. He was right on track for time. Slowly, he nodded, his attention turning towards the building the vehicle had paused in front of. Although he had only been within that apartment but once, there was something nearly comforting about even the sight of it. It was the simple sensation of knowing he was almost home. Really, it was almost pathetic the more he thought of it, sliding out of the vehicle in the process. Somehow, he'd begun to so foolishly begun to associate the fairy King with this intimate feeling of home. It was something he had never experienced before and somehow, he knew this would only lead to his own gut-wrenching heartache.

And yet, in those quiet moments in which he paused on the edge of the sidewalk, his crystalline gaze staring up at that brick building, he hardly cared. Sebastian took the steps upwards easily enough, the man entirely working off of his rather hazy memory as he made his way through the hallway, turning before the too familiar feeling door. For a moment, Sebastian hesitated, the corner of his lips twitching downwards in a frown. He had considered before being rejected, turned away, and even replaced but it hadn't occurred to him prior to now the simple possibility that perhaps Dorian might not be home, much less that he and his roommate might be asleep. Regardless, the vampire's hand slowly raised, knocking lightly upon the door so as to not cause too much noise and yet, only enough to perhaps be heard.