Jean-Claude encouraged the rumors that there were other things down here, bigger, less human things. She shook her head, like she'd been slapped. Once we got through the receiving line, I could fade into the background and no one would care. It was only in that moment that I remembered his injured shoulder, and the thought got me the memory, he'd shapeshifted, briefly, and healed himself.
He stayed by the door, with his back against it, as if he were afraid I'd bolt. The problem with dressing more like a girl was that it forced you to have to care. He frowned harder at me, took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, put them back on, and shook his head. Jason rolled over and started to sit up.
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