"Seriously. Don't." His fingers were clenching now, self-conscious of the way the other man was staring at his arm but more aware of the pale blue halo around his irises, the way that the early light caught them and shimmered. It was dichroic - that was the word that hung suspended in his mind. Zach's hand dug into his flesh harder, leaving half-moon marks above the bandage that now revealed a couple small, slight spots under his forearm. He turned enough to hide it as he watched Warrington, leaning into the building so the arm was hidden in the shelter of his body.
He could feel his heart beating that much faster as the heat spooled through his body and he wondered at that, but said nothing. Warrington would walk away from the conversation if given an exit.