“Even, I trust you.” Isak takes a deep breath, eyes shut tightly, “I trust you more than anything else in the world.”
He can feel more than hear Even’s responding chuckle, “That’s nice to hear. I’d never lie to you.”
“Good,” he expels the breath, “Very good. So right now, in this moment, I need you to be brutally honest with me.”
Isak opens his eyes, wincing at the reflection in the mirror, “How bad do I look?”
Even turns him from the mirror to face him head on rather than in the reflection. Blue eyes rove over every inch of Isak’s face, taking in the bruising along his nose to his eye, the still swollen aspect of his upper lip- fuck maybe he’s seeing some dried blood that has refused to go away despite the amounts of showers Isak has taken over the weekend.
Even shakes his head, “Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Isak rolls his eyes, gingerly rubbing the sore skin, “Try to think from the point of view of the student body and not of my whipped boyfriend.”
“Impossible,” Even bats Isak’s fingers away, “And I resent being called whipped.”
“Hmm,” Isak turns back and prods himself in the mirror, “I suppose I do look kind of badass.”
Even’s tone is wry, “The baddest.”
Fuck you, Isak thinks.
“Fuck you.” Isak says mildly, before shrugging and sliding out of the bathroom, “Well. We’re going to be late for school.”