Beautiful? He feels crazed... Frayed around the edges, fracturing. Every time he looks at Alex, he feels yearning just bleeding out of him, too fast and copious to staunch... He just wears his heart on his sleeve, he supposes.
Rather than turn away from this sloppy bleeding mess of an admirer, he has the gall to sweet talk him.
Well, then. He should know he's not getting rid of Robert now. He's like a stray that's now been fed.
Robert shakes his head, incredulous at it all, and stalks closer to the handsome mutant. Silent, but growing in sureness, he hems the tall blonde against the wall, hands pressed flat against it on either side of the man.
❝ Say the word, and this all stops, okay?❞ which of course is his way of asking: may I kiss you? Please?