His auburn orbs burned like fire, betraying the poker face he strove so hard to maintain. Without his shades, without his mask to hide behind, they were naked, unrestrained relaying the passion, hurt, and most importantly, the hope that drove him, and destroying his facade.
His mouth never faltered and his features were stern, one brow cocked, ever cynical.
But his eyes, they could not lie. They served as a portal into his very soul, captivating the man who dared meet them and thrusting him into a vast sea of pure, unmasked, bare emotion.
No words were exchanged. None were necessary. Those eyes, those deep red gems, relayed more about Dave than language ever could.
In an instant, they revealed a lifetime of thoughts and memories, and John understood.
He understood, and he kissed his Dave. His Dave whose eyes were so true, so fierce, and so beautiful.