Van's smirk twinged on his lips, flickering in amusement at the thought of Brendan shoving him off a bridge. At least he was being honest. He wasn't saying Van was some good person hidden beneath a mean facade. Which was what Van had been thinking Brendan was up until now. But something was different now.
Maybe it was just the endorphins from the pain. Easily dismissed. Or, perhaps not so easily.
Van frowned and looked up at Brendan. "I don't know. Because nobody is ever this nice to me. Especially after I've been a complete asshole to them." He shrugged and leaned forward, over his leg, to pull Brendan's massaging hands further up his skin to start work on his calf muscle and his knee.
Van met Brendan's eyes again, his own forming dark pools that sucked in the light. "I guess I don't trust it. What are you after? Why do you... Why do you like me?"