It's the eyes.
They eat at him.
Slowly tearing him apart.
And he can't stand it anymore.
He knows they are two different people. They always have been. And it's easy to tell.
He sees the blonde spikey hair and tanned skin. He hears the different choice of words and the lighter tone.
But when he meets those blue eyes, something inside him just breaks.
The boy across from him stares back with eyes so familiar but so, so wrong.
In them he catches a hint of sadness and looks away. But he knows he's already been read like an open book.
"That's all, Kyntak," King says without looking up.
He hears the click of the door closing.
King tilts back in his chair and stares at the ceiling.
And feels his heart being eaten from within.