//There was a reason I wrote all those in the last chapter's title- because I was gonna write smaller chapters of why those titles are for Jim.
Also, I know this all seems ship related, but it also kinda isn't- these are all a part of how Sebastian falls DEEP in love, and Jim's just the first one he's felt that too, so...
...that was a shìtty excuse, but HISS.

In the darkened moments of his life, either in his room or at the dark corner of a pub, three things could sooth his stormy mind:
The Irish accent that bosses him about.
The darkened eyes that captured his soul from day one.
The cold, electrifying touch, even just a shoulder brush.

The memories of the three, not all together of course, somehow managed to calm him. Perhaps it was the stability the man who spoke with the charming Irish tones gave him, or maybe it was finding comfort in a familiar voice that didn't always calm him, like Severin's. He didn't know and, frankly, didn't give a dämn enough to figure out what about his boss was so...safe.
An odd word to describe perhaps the most dangerous man in history, but he didn't particularly care. Safe. He felt safe around that man, and he felt safe rewatching memories had with him.

He could remember that it was advised to him to have a "happy place" to go to when feeling anxious. "Happy place" didn't describe the feeling he had listening to the orders, staring into the darkened eyes like they were works of art, and feeling a warm feeling wherever he was touched.

The phrasing he liked to use was "safe haven". The stability given to him lead to finding a safe haven. Like mind palace, yet not one. A hidden one, or so he tries to hide it. Acting like the alcohol works for him in that way, which it does...but very weakly.