People would often talk about how smart he was. He could be a bit sarcastic, too, and when you put his smart brain with his smart mouth, well, you've got Kevin being a moth drawn to a flame. In his case, it was warm and loving. Not deadly. Sure, words can hurt, especially those that you can actually understand, but Kevin had learned over the years to make sure that he learned all he could about what Edd didn't say as much as he did about what he did say.

If the eyes were the windows to the soul, Kevin had a floor to ceiling panoramic view of infinity.

They were blue.

When he was concentrated on a task, they would be a sparkling light blue. Knowledge would dance in the twinkles and sparks of a flame that burned as hot as the blue of a Bunsen burner.

They were sapphire.

When it was just them, they would grow dark and warm. It was like looking into the night sky and seeing all the stars and knowing that they were all shining for you.

They were cobalt.

In their bed, tangled up in their sheets, they would gaze at him and beg and plead for him to give them what they both needed.

Love.

They were cyan.

Like the waves on the ocean shore, they would never cease to amaze him with the way they held the mysteries of who he was beneath their depths.

They were grey.

Like the storm clouds in a summer sky, you could never predict them. But even when the rain came down, he'd look at him and remind him of what came after the storm.

A fresh start, as green as the grass of an open meadow begging to be explored.