Rating: Some kissing
Gaston couldn't decide what colour Prunelle's eyes were.
There had been time when it had not mattered, and if asked he would have probably guessed they were black.
And then he had found himself in a situation where he suddenly realized he wanted to be intimately familiar with every single detail of his body, and he had found himself face-to-face with him quite a lot.
But to his dismay, the editor had the tendency to close his eyes when they kissed, and seemed always very embarassed when Gaston tried to stare deeply into his eyes, so it took him a while to come to the conclusion that they were, in fact, very dark blue.
However, that knowledge wasn't enough.
Gaston broke the kiss, pulling back. "Wait a second."
Prunelle lifted a quizzical eyebrow, but didn't otherwise react when Gaston reached for his glasses and removed them.
Gaston stared at him, and put the glasses back.
Only to take them off again.
Prunelle let this go on for a while before he asked: "What are you doing?"
Gaston looked thoughtful. "I can't decide if your eyes are more normal, more you, with or without glasses."
He had gotten so used to seeing him with glasses for all these years that seeing him without still seemed a bit weird.
But on the other hand, seeing him without them felt like Gaston was getting closer to him, seeing a private side of him he didn't show just anyone.
And of course the times the glasses usually came off were during the kinds of things he didn't do with just anyone.
"Does it matter?"
"Mmhuh? I think so."
But did it actually?
He handed the glasses back to their owner.
"Maybe it changes, what way is more you? And maybe it's up to you to decide?"
He smiled.
"I love both."