Mickey looked right at Leon, his dark eyes finding Leon's hazel ones. Those were the eyes he could fall into. It was the eyes he'd looked into so many times while they were fucking, or about to kiss, or about to fuck, or really, just talking in that annoying way lovers do when they're alone and sitting opposite of one another. It were the eyes Mickey'd fallen in love with.
Briefly, Mickey bent his neck, showing it off unconsciously. Mickey always had a habit of showing off his features. He bit his lip, looking Leon straight in the eyes.