Sebastian lets out a frustrated sigh and rubs at his face before awkwardly rolling over and climbing into the back seat next to Loki. Jeans were not the easiest things to move around in when trying to crawl into the backseat of a cramped Mustang. But they were on a budget and jeans were cheaper than his favorite Armani pants.

Somehow he manages to end up half in Loki's lap before righting himself and giving the back of the seat a good kick for intentionally making it more difficult than it should have been. But then he's glancing at Loki and stealing part of the blanket for himself.

"I'm sorry." He really is. What he said was cruel and he didn't really mean it. "I don't regret what I did, Loki. Given another chance I would do the exact same thing, would make the same choices. This...me being like this isn't your fault."

Sebastian scoots down against the seat a little and leans sideways, resting his head against Loki's shoulder.

"I just...miss big beds and soft sheets and soap."

And with that admission he can't help smiling, even laughing a little at himself.