The smile that appears on Eoin’s face isn’t one of preliminary laughter, or of mischievous amusement that is easy to find when in a different mental state. No, the smile on his face now is small, but bitter, almost predatory. Dangerous. Perhaps in this building, there are people with far more terrifying or compromising powers, but very few could match Eoin in his callous disregard of his safety and that of others, or the casual way his mind moved past the social mores that refrains most from seriously harming another human being.
“You should do something about that staring,” Eoin says, even if in the back of his mind, his memories start clicking together. “The wrong person might see it as a challenge.” Even he himself doesn’t know if it’s a threat or a warning. Perhaps a bit of both. A bit of advice from one to another based on life experience. After all, he was young once, less aware of the dangers of a wrong look at the wrong person, of what time and place could mean in your life — and for or against it. The first and last time he made that mistake, at fifteen years old, he came away with six broken ribs and even more bruises.
There’s a final click on the back of his mind, and his expression changes abruptly from one to dangerous dismay to one of sincere surprise, eyes moving over Chance’s face. The memories are still flashes, but they’re attached to the face in front of him, and he can’t help but blink a few times. Blackouts and blank spots in his memory is something he’s used to nowadays, but it’s not often his memory stands before him in the flesh.
“I know you,” he says with a quiet, soft voice, a far cry from the hard growl of just moments again. But even then, it wasn’t uttered as a statement, rather than a confused question, brows furrowed.
“well, i hope you are not a wrong person then” chance laughed without any joy. the feeling that he should immediately get out of this situation grew stronger with every second he spent with this eoin. it was not his eoin and that made chance very uncomfortable.
when he finally saw the other man becoming aware that they, in fact, know each other chance chuckled “am i really that mediocre? i guess it is good that you don’t remember me as one of the terrible hookups but not remembering me at all? that’s a little cold” he said with a smile that was very clearly fake. not predatory, not the one of a person that hides something important. it was a fake smile of a person that tries to hide how very uncomfortable they feel in the situation.
chance’s instincts screamed to flee, but his common sense warned him that he can’t show eoin his weakness by running away. and chance learned the hard way to always listen when common sense was talking. sure, instincts were important, and yes, emotions mattered, but none of them really helped him that much before.
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