Why do I always seem to write drabbles that are either cute or silly? Oh well.
Cain Fury stared into the mirror, eyes tracing his own features. Hair, face, eyes- was there something in there that could be called 'cute'? He'd never thought much about his looks, certainly never thought anyone else would notice.
Havoc had noticed.
Fury had overheard a few of the soldiers, gossiping in the break room. He wasn't one for eavesdropping, but he'd heard his name mentioned.
"Fury? Yeah, he's cute." Havoc's voice. Havoc had said he was cute.
Fury had left, not wanting to be discovered listening in. He thought, though, about how the blond man always had a smile for him, always had time when he needed help.
Fury smiled at his reflection. He didn't know if he was cute, but… he thought he could see it.
For anyone who hasn't noticed, I've got another series going, "Havoc's List". It's based off of Skippy's list. If you haven't heard of that (you poor, deprived person you), there's a link in the first chapter.