"God, you're so handsome, what the fuck."
āāWhat the fuckā I could understand, but handsome...?ā
Malcolm couldnāt help but laugh. āHandsomeā was never the way he would have described himself at all- now that he was dead less than ever. His gaunt features, colorless skin, the circles around his eyes... he looked more like a zombie than a vampire. No one would ever doubt that he was dead. He knew others saw it too. People stared, sometimes. They found his appearance jarring.
So at first, Malcolm had assumed Vaska just had a thing for creepy guys; it wasnāt uncommon. But while that may have been true, he still meant what he said. It was clear in the way he looked at Malcolm.
Vaska found him not just weirdly sexy, but genuinely handsome. Malcolm couldnāt bring himself to agree, but... he was more happy to hear Vaska say it than he would have expected to be.
āNo, Iām just joking... thank you, thank you. You know... I canāt stop looking at you either. Honestly, I canāt work when youāre around. Youāve got the most perfect face, itās crazy.ā
He was quiet then, looking at Vaska. Being looked at right back. He felt something he shouldnāt be feeling, and Vaska felt it too. There was no other reason for a guy to look at his face like that, Malcolm was sure.
He bit his lip. Then he broke eye contact, nodded, and began pouring them both a shot. Malcolm prompted Vaska to drink to his own words: āāWhat the fuckā, right?ā