“Ryan,” Gavin said suddenly. “Can I paint a moustache on you, Ryan?”
“What?” Ryan asked, startled out of his staring - “No!”
“Please, Ryan. Oh my God. It’d be so funny. It’ll be under the mask all day anyway!”
“What if I take my mask off?”
“It’ll shock whoever sees it so much you’ll have time to kill ‘em. Come on Ryan. Don’t be a party pooper. You said you’d wear an animal onesie around, what’s a moustache compared to that?”
He looked so gleeful that Ryan could only roll his eyes and hand over the paintbrush. Gavin let out a delighted sort of squawk and grabbed it.
“I look like Geoff,” he said.
Gavin couldn’t even reply, too busy doubled over, cackling as though this was the most hysterical thing he’d ever seen. Seeing him laughing and looking so carefree was nice, after the last few weeks, and Ryan couldn’t help but stare at him, smiling fondly.