"Cheer up, Craig."
Kenny leaned over, and Craig found his face so close to Kenny's that if he were to lick his lips, he was sure he'd have a taste of the blonde's as well. He imagined that they'd be moist. Salty. Soft. His eyes darted up to meet Kenny's and he let out a short gasp, startling himself as his warm breath bloomed in a fog between him and Kenny. Last time he checked, eyes were never so enticing, nor capable of resembling entire galaxies. Eyes were once just parts Craig always avoided looking into. They were much too personal; much too willing to reveal things that Craig was perhaps too cruel or too afraid to know.
Of course, Craig was getting used to finding Kenny an exception. Somehow, Kenny'd cracked the system—changed the game. It was almost certain that his eyes would instill such a jolting sense of wonder within Craig.
" Stop laughing when you're crying, dumbass," Craig croaked, "I'm not blind." He swept his arm across his face and cleared his throat loudly.
In a boisterous act of defiance, Kenny pulled away and cackled, each breath staggering from his quivering chest. "Hey, you started it."
He should have expected the twinge in his chest (somewhere between his lungs) when he realized that the tears dribbling from those eyes held so much more than what he could collect in a pool in his palms. The feeling came in an instant. Craig wanted to grab Kenny's hands. He wanted to ask I but he had no clue what the question was. He just needed to know.
"Come on, Craig," Kenny's voice was at a warm murmur. "We'll be all right."