The blood was dropped on the counter with a definitive plop. The door to the fridge was shut with exaggerated care. Gavin slowly turned. “Why are you so fascinated with them? What is it about them that makes you so…” he spun his hand in the air, searching for the term, “so f*****g besotted?”
Matthew blinked. He tilted his head to the right. “You’re jealous!”
“I’m not jealous,” Gavin hissed. “It’s just annoying is all. I mean, do you have a thing for fur? Is that it? Do you get off by dressing up in weird animal costumes and f*****g men dressed up similarly? I mean, what?” He slapped the counter. “What? What the f**k is so awesome about them?”
“I think you should eat,” Matthew deadpanned. “Maybe you’ll be less cranky.”
Before Matthew had even finished speaking, Gavin was in front of him
