Oh god. fuck fuck fuck... Van let his internal conscience stream as Brendan caught up his foot and carefully cradled it. Van was already trying to fight off the golden god complex he'd seen Brendan lay on him with the play of light against his damp chest. But this was too much. Too much. Van pulled himself back and a strangled fuck came out of him, his lip bitten, his eyes vulnerable to Brendan as the boy grasped his injury.
What would he think? Van didn't have any time to calculate for that. Brendan had seen his earnest expression and unless he was a total dunce, would see how Van really felt for him. Which was, Van was reluctant to admit, admiration and warmth.