Kaos wondered if Padraig knew how much he telegraphed his emotions for all to see. When he’d looked at Kaos like a wide-eyed naive country teenager seeing their first queer person, Kaos’s heart had dropped. It was fine that someone couldn’t understand or didn’t like his genderbending ways. He’d just expected someone of Padraig’s age to at least conceal it better.
It hadn’t escaped Kaos that Padraig had found him hot in that moment. He was used to seeing that reaction from people. Not that he felt like he was particularly attractive or anything, but he knew his look was malleable, and there were always people around that liked what they saw, at least back home. Here he was an oddity, and he didn’t mind. At least not until Padraig had taken in his appearance, slack-jawed and staring, at the
