But as he looked into her grey eyes, all he could see was Chris. She was found in between the cracks of her parents shadows, trying and failing to be someone she was not. It was impossible to separate her from her parents and get a complete picture of who she was. She was both and neither at the same time.
Her hand waved in front of his face bringing him back from his thoughts. "You're rather flat chested aren't you?" He felt things were becoming too serious. "Excuse me?" Chris looked like she was considering breaking his nose again. "You need a shirt." Quickly correcting himself before rushing out of the room before he could say anything else.
Closing the door behind himself, he felt his skin grow warm. Flinging through his drawer of shirts he found the one he was looking for. It was large even on him, so he knew it was practically consume Chris. This way there would be no pulling on her shoulder from the shirt. He dashed back to the door before pausing. He was not acting like himself at all.
This was not him, rushing to and fro, fretting over nothing. Something was wrong. Chris was standing there, half naked in his bathroom and he was out here acting like a prepubescent boy. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself. Combing through his hair and straightening his shirt he prepared to re enter the bathroom like the man he was.
He knocked before opening the door and stepping back inside. He pitched the shirt at Chris before leaning on the countertop. She did not catch the shirt, but it landed partially on top of her keeping it off the floor. "I thought I wasn't supposed to wear your clothes?"
"The only other button up shirt you own is the one belonging to the night set I bought you, and you made your opinion very clear on that. Besides, you are sleeping with me from now on, sharing my bed and my clothes, it will be like we are already married."
Chris struggled with the buttons on the shirt. Trying to use her stomach as a backboard to help unbutton the shirt. "I hate you." He noticed her struggling and walked over to her taking the shirt back. He felt a surge of guilt thinking about how he should have already had it unbuttoned so she wouldn't have had to struggle with it. in his usual las-se-faire tone, was quick to cover that feeling. "No you don't." He began to unbutton the shirt front.
"Did you purposefully button it so that you could swoop in and pretend to help me?" "You know I did." he said with a smile passing the shirt back.
She put her injured arm through the sleeve first, not being able to maneuver it well. "My hero." She drawled, "whatever would I do without you?" After getting the other arm in, it was very clear that it was much too large for her. It was to the point of being more of a nuisance than helpful as the sleeves eclipsed her hands making working the buttons difficult.
Zeven looked at her as she tried to work the buttons. In that moment she looked nothing like her father, with her shoulders rounded and head looking down. But she didn't look like her mother either. The face was the same, but the expressions she was making were uniquely hers. Zeven's own face softened as he looked on, and he found himself wanting to help her. Pushing off of the countertop he propelled himself towards her. Brushing her hand out of the way he finished doing up the buttons.
"I could have done them."
"Agreed, but it would have been neither timely nor efficient." He paused, smiling to himself, "or are you nervous I've got some enjoyment out of doing that? My intentions are entirely pure. if I had been taking your shirt off it would have been a different story."
He put his hand on her good shoulder, "I've said it before, but if sex was what I wanted, I wouldn't go to you for it." Squeezing her shoulder he smiled down at her.
As he walked away she was torn between being insulted and being consoled. Zeven said and did exactly what he wanted when he wanted, but the show just now had been exclusively for her. He was right too, she was too busy dealing with his posturing to even remember to be self conscious. And despite everything that he had done and will one day do, maybe he wasn't a monster after all.