Hands still brushing against the back of his boyfriend’s neck, Eros moves in and looks around the apartment in curiosity. Despite how sounds are muffled by the curiously irregular biological functions now running under his skin, ten million small noises go on at once; a humming refrigerator, the buzz of electric lights, the flutter of papers as George moves them. Every familiar object is warm and toned by what feels like an unnatural light.
He sits when prompted. “So it looks. Just clean-up, or is there some sort of event going on?”
"Just annual housecleaning, really. Between consulting with the agencies and working with my private patients, there’s a lot of paperwork to manage." He gives Eros another kiss before he heads to the fridge. “Caramel swirl for two, coming up."
A dark shape peers around the bedroom door, then leaps to the arm opposite Eros. Carmen peers at the stranger with wide, yellow-green eyes, and licks her nose.
He wants to hold George tight and catch up on lost affection, but he needs to have something in his—“stomach”—just as much. “You sure have been. This looks like at least a couple hundred of megabytes worth of files.”
Eros relaxes back, watching George go until the silhouetted shape moving around catches the corner of his eye. He turns his head, staring back at the foreign creature. Despite the foreign warmth in color that pervades everything, the yellow-green eyes immediately remind him of a virus. Not that there are viruses here. Right?
All the same, Eros stops moving. “George?”