"Blue," Stanley confirmed, because everything else was changing colors but not Killian's eyes. They were like -- they were.
It was like photoshop. That was how blue they were. Stanley wanted to say so, he really did, but he couldn't make the word happen on his tongue even if it was in his head.
But then the whole world was moving, shrinking in and getting bigger all at once and Stan's hands let go of the coat and ended twisted up somewhere in Killian's too-hot shirt. "Oh," he said, but not really, because his lips were smashed up against Killian's and they were definitely kissing. Everything tasted sweet, and Killian's face was kind of rough and oh it was very nice.