Frederick was having enough trouble keeping his composure around Bryan tonight, and then the guy had to go and be all noble on top of everything else. The word that came to Scion's mind was adorable, which was a word no man, gay or straight, should ever even contemplate when thinking of another man, really. He could feel his proverbial testicles shrinking at the very thought, and was glad his physical body did not reflect that.
Fuck, I'm hot, he says, Frederick mused, and it made him snort. "Yeah, you are," he muttered through a smirk, but it lacked his usual cutting, or mocking tone. He watched the other man put his hand to his face and was once more overwhelmed with want. He wanted Bryan, of that there was no doubt. That must be it. He's just so freaking hot, I'm getting things confused. That's all. I'm an overprotective bastard, that's all.
River. Egypt.
"No, it's not Haven. We were both drinking tonight, okay? We're in no shape to drive. We've been over this already," he explained patiently, smiling when he was done. He squeezed the hand he was holding and turned to move closer to Bryan when the elevator pinged and the doors opened onto their floor. Frederick glared at the open hallway and urged Bryan along.