Bellamy fixed his eyes intently on the other man's for a moment, trying to memorize the color. The shade of brown in his own eyes might have fluctuated just a bit as he did; that happened not-infrequently when he was focusing hard on trying to match a color with his palette, without his even realizing it. He blended a bit of the color and held his brush up between them, gaze sliding from his paint to Alistair Darrow's eyes until he was satisfied that they matched, at which point he gave a curt nod.
There was something weird about the atmosphere, Bell noticed, though it had taken a second for him to become aware of it. He didn't know what it was. The expression on Darrow's face hadn't changed, at least not in any significant way, so he wasn't sure what had tipped him off that something was different, but it definitely was.
"Are you alright?" he asked with a slight frown. Had Alistair Darrow stopped breathing for a second? Of course not — that would have been silly, and there wasn't any outward indication that it had happened. Why was that the impression that Bellamy had, then?
There was something weird about the atmosphere, Bell noticed, though it had taken a second for him to become aware of it. He didn't know what it was. The expression on Darrow's face hadn't changed, at least not in any significant way, so he wasn't sure what had tipped him off that something was different, but it definitely was.
"Are you alright?" he asked with a slight frown. Had Alistair Darrow stopped breathing for a second? Of course not — that would have been silly, and there wasn't any outward indication that it had happened. Why was that the impression that Bellamy had, then?
