“Your nose…”
“It’s glue, isn’t it?” Scott said, flaring his nostrils. “It’sactualglue.”
“You said you needed a cum substitute,” Thomas replied. “Like glue. I got you glue.”
“Like glue!” Scott jumped to his feet. “Like it, not it. I wasn’t telling you ‘like glue’ – I was telling you I needed somethinglikeglue.”
Thomas shrugged. “Well, you can see why I got confused.”
Scott stumbled into the bathroom with Thomas hot on his heels. With only one eye, Scott had no concept of depth perception and walked into the sink. He reached for the washcloth, only to knock a fake plant onto the floor.
Thomas grabbed him by the hips and guided him to sit on the toilet seat.
“I’ll sort it,” Thomas mumbled.
“My eyelashes are stuck together.”
“Only a few of them.”
Thomas wet the cloth, then came over. He wiped glue from Scott’s cheeks, chin, lips and eyebrows before gently stroking his lashes to free them from the glue.
Scott kept his good eye narrowed the entire time.
“There,” Thomas announced once Scott was able to flutter his eye open again.
“Somethinglikeglue.”
“Not likeglue. I get it now.” He flung the washcloth into the sink. “No harm done.”
“No harm?” Scott asked, heaving himself up from the toilet. He stumbled over to the sink, and the washcloth inside caught his gaze. He widened his eyes at the number of plucked-out lashes, then gaped at himself in the mirror.
There were gaps in his lashes.
Huge fucking gaps.
He spun around to face Thomas. “You bastard.”
“They’ll grow back.”
“How long will that take?” Scott asked, pulling at his eyelid, counting his remaining dark lashes.
“It doesn’t look that bad –”
“I look…” Scott stared in the mirror. “All wonky.”
“Wonky?” Thomas moved to stand next to Scott and peered into the mirror. “Oh yeah…”
“What do you mean, ‘oh yeah’?”
“We could pull out the lashes on the other eye, make them match. I’ll get my tweezers.”
“No.” Scott dropped his hand back by his side. “We need…we need to go to the salon.”
“Salon?” Thomas tutted. “I’m not going to any salon.”
“Now, Thomas!” Scott roared. “We’re going. Right. Now.”
Chapter eight
