Tempestuous

3.

Looking out the window was a lot more amusing now that he could see. He had a book he got for his last birthday, given to him by his mother, that gave you an introduction to color. For a long time, she had been hoping Leo would find 'the one'. What would he say to her now?

He decided against telling Angel anything. He didn't want to risk...well whatever he had to risk. He'd just keep it to himself and live it out.

Outside, there was a small park to walk through. Now, he could see that same green at its utmost intensity. There were so many different hues, with hidden shades of browns and yellows. He didn't realize how many different shades were hidden in every single color. And water... It was so intricate. It wasn't just 'blue', it was blue and silver and white and reflected the colors of everything around it..and it was beautiful. He only wished he could share it with Angel.

Speak of the devil, he walked in while Leo was in the midst of thought.

"Hey, you hungry?" He asked in that always sweet tone. So far, things had been okay. They both respected each other's space and rarely talked to one another.

"Not particularly, no".

"I take that as a no thank you?"

"Yes, I'll just eat later."

"No problem then."

Just as he was about to walk away, Leo blurted, "Hey, Angel?"

"Yes?"

"Do you... ever wonder about color?"

"Well... yes, actually I do."

"What do you think of it?"

"I find it very amusing when people try to describe color."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know... they just say, 'red...it's like bright and stuff. But not bright like yellow. It's a strong color'. And, well, how can you describe color to someone who can't see it?"

"Red... red is passionate. Like the way a lover looks at their partner on a warm spring day. Red is spicy and leaves a warm aftertaste."

"...Wow. That's..." Angel's eyes were analyzing Leo in various ways. "How...how do you know those things?"

"Don't worry about it." He smiled gently, turning back to the window.

"Can you maybe, tell me about other colors, if you can?" He took a stepped towards the darker haired man.

"...Sure. Which color?"

"Blue. It was my mother's favorite."

"Blue is subtle, but sad in a way. Blue is a stroll at the beach on a stormy day. It is the air you breathe in on a cold winter morning, icy and shocking, in a soothing way."

"That's beautiful."

Leo shrugged. "You're just hungry, go eat."

When Angel left, he turned back to the window. He felt montone... empty.