Chapter 35

“Feeling shy all of a sudden?” Zack asked, while taking his sweatshirt off.

“Very,” Trev admitted, watching Zack. “I wish I could draw like Clay does.”

“That was out of the blue.” Zack tossed the shirt over a chair then toed off his shoes.

“Not really.” Leaning back on his hands, Trev eyed him. “If I could, I’d draw you as…Galahad. No, he’d need armor and that would cover you up too much. Maybe…” He nodded.

“Maybe?”

“Did you ever read Watchmen?”

“Nope. I’m not a fan of graphic novels. Avoided the movie too, although I did see some of the trailers. Why?”

“Remember Doctor Manhattan in the trailers? The blue guy?”

“Vaguely. All muscles and no clothes. Right?”

“Right. If I could draw you as him…”

“Blue is not my color,” Zack told him, amused at the thought.

“Your eyes are blue. A perfect blue. Calm, cool, like a deep, mystical lake.”

“Good Lord, Trev. What else have you been reading? Romance novels?”