Also available for men and as a women’s V-neck.
Part of an ungoing fanfiction that I’m writing with my friend
Eduardo wasn’t looking at Mark, because he knew exactly what look Mark was giving him: that unblinking stare-right-into-your-soul stare. Eduardo didn’t usually feel intimidated, but that look made him feel shy and vulnerable. He didn’t want to look back, but he knew he had to eventually, so he did. “I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that before,” Eduardo murmured, quietly, and then - “You’re staring. Why are you staring?”
Mark’s usual delay in replying made Eduardo look down again, self-consciously twisting the seal ring on his finger to distract himself from the fact that he had just done something huge. He had told Mark something very intimate about his childhood. He’d never really talked about it to anyone at all and yet he had wanted to confide in Mark. It made Eduardo realise just how much he cared for the awkward 20-year old sitting next to him on the couch. Perhaps now was a good time to tell him; after all, it was Mark’s birthday, and he seemed in a empathetic mood. Though empathetic, when it concerned Mark, was not something you could count on a hundred percent. Eduardo wondered briefly if he could handle Mark responding badly, or worse, not responding at all. He had contemplated this often. Some things were better left unsaid. But it was strange how a feeling so good could almost hurt if kept to oneself for too long. No, Eduardo would wait for a little bit longer, and looked back up into the stare again.