Chapitre 542: Hollywood

Ethan

Demyan looked like a ghost of himself as he sat next to me on the couch. After the chaos of this morning, we had both showered including Uncle Vas who borrowed Demyan's clothes to wear. Now that Demyan's hair was reverting back to loose curls and his face was completely scrubbed of make up he looked like himself again. 

Which put me in a weird position myself. I had been all over him last night mostly because of how beautiful he looked, but that was because he looked like Uncle Vas. Was that an underlying issue? But anyone would be mad not to think Uncle Vas was beautiful, you'd have to be blind therefore I could not be blamed. He was like a fourth father to me. It would be highly strange. 

Yet for some reason I also could not bring myself to look at his face. It was too weird.