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still
wasn’t prepared to see what was buried beneath all the layers.
    It could have been
worse. His nose had an elegant shape despite the swelling, but his skin was a
twisted mound on top of it, held together by careless stitching. He looked
ugly. Like the disfigured survivor of the attack of a maniac. He wouldn’t be as
popular with the boys anymore. He knew that it would heal better with time, but
how was he supposed to know how well it would heal? It wasn’t like he could ask
a doctor. A big fucking red scar in the middle of his handsome face.
    He wasn’t a comic book
character, and he wasn’t into women. The men he wanted would not want him .
Most of them at least. With his looks he probably passed off as a mysterious
guy with a made up job, but with a big red scar on his face? He’d look
dangerous in a way most civilians wouldn’t want to approach. He put down the
scissors and looked into the mirror before slowly trailing to the door. He
needed something , just didn’t know what it was yet.
    The commotion in the corridor
was hard to stomach, but he still followed the sounds and scent of grilled
meat. The moment he turned into the kitchen, the purple-haired guy Seth called
Neil bumped into him and took a step back with his eyes wide.
    The all-American blond
jock at the table stopped chewing his protein bar and stared. So this had to be
Jamie. Domenico ignored them and continued to limp toward the stove, but of
course Neil was just as Seth described him.
    “Hey, maybe you should
stay in bed? You look sickly.”
    Domenico ignored him.
Seth looked up from the steaks sizzling in the pan. “Hey… um… do you want me to
wrap your wound in a new bandage?”
    Jamie cocked his head to
the side. “Christ, man, what happened to you?”
    “I met a lawnmower,” Domenico
said, walking over to his brother. He felt so jumpy, like he couldn’t find
anything to occupy his hands.
    Jamie nodded with a
frown. “Oh, fuck, that must have been horrific. When I was ten I had my foot
grazed by a lawnmower.” He pulled his sock off to present the scar.
    Domenico stared at it
without much interest. Jamie really was as thick as Seth had said. “It must
have changed you forever.”
    Jamie’s perfect forehead
got marred by a frown. “Yeah, I have, like, a mower phobia now. And when I was
in high school I couldn’t do lawns. It was either being the paper boy, or a
babysitter, and I’m no manny.”
    “And now you can’t get a
suburban home,” Domenico said, putting his hand on Seth’s shoulder as he
watched the perfect steaks. “How tragic.”
    Neil’s slim body loomed
in the doorway. “What the hell? It’s not that funny, you stupid fuck! I see it
all really runs in the family.”
    “Pretty much,” Dom said.
“Handsome face, big cock. All in the family.”
    Seth stilled, and the
steak he was picking up fell back in the pan. He put a hand over his face in
silence. “Neil, please piss off,” he muttered in the end.
    “Watch how you’re
talking to my husband!” said Jamie.
    Domenico chuckled,
hitting his forehead on Seth’s back. “You two really are destined to be
together. It’s like you share one brain.”
    “What did you say?”
asked Neil, approaching Dom with his hands balled into fists.
    Seth pushed Dom away
gently and stood between them. “Can’t you do something useful? Go set the table
or something? If Peter was able to stop hating me, so can you.”
    Neil growled and pushed
his finger against Seth’s breastbone. “Oh, fuck you. I’m not afraid of you. You
only fight guys weaker than you, and that’s not me!”
    It was like watching a
sitcom. Domenico let out a barking laugh that embarrassed him a little. But
then again, what was it when compared to Neil’s stupidity.
    Jamie got up, and pulled
Neil’s elbow. “Neil, come on, don’t argue with him or he’s gonna burn the
steaks.”
    The sour look on Seth’s
face was all Dom needed to see to know what Seth thought of the two pests.
    “Jamie,