“I don’t think your clothes are quite my style and they’re so nice.” Malcolm said and Shaw turned just enough to look at him. He was wearing one of his favorite sweaters, a dark red, knit turtleneck that somehow managed to still fit loosely on him.
“I think it looks good one you.” He reached over and grabbed his phone. “Strike a pose.”
“Shaw, come on.”
“Do it or I’ll take it anyway.”
Malcolm rolled his eyes and posed. “You look like a real tough guy.”
“Let me see.” Shaw held out his phone and Malcolm took it while he turned to finish the second omelette. “I look like a kid who stole his dad’s sweater.” He looked down at himself. “Why is is so big?”
Shaw shrugged. “It was the last one they had and I wanted it.” He transferred the omelette over. “Want to get the coffee?”
“Sure, but can I delete this?”
“Come on, I look like such a dork.”
“I happen to think you look absolutely adorable so let me keep it.”
Malcolm blushed, his heart giving a little stutter. “Well, I mean if you really want it.” He sat Shaw’s phone down on the counter and found the coffee cups, filling two of them.
“I happen to like how cute you are.” Shaw said as he reached around him to the silverware drawer, the closeness causing his entire body to warm.
“You do?” He couldn’t look at him, he was too embarrassed.