[Sebastian's words are exactly what he wants and needs to hear.]

I hope so. God, I really hope so.

[His breath is uneven, a small involuntary sob hitching his words.]

It's fine if I can't be there, as long as they're okay. If I knew they were happy, I'd be happy. You know? But I don't.

[It sucks. It hurts. But there's nothing he can do.]

Anyway, that's my sob story. Brought to you by good ol' alcohol.

[He tries to bring back the dry humor, to lighten things again.]