“Can I show you something?” he asks softly. I nod, releasing him slightly so he can look up at me. “It’s not a knife collection, right?” “What?” Matt laughs. “Or teeth? A collection of taxidermy?” “What sort of vibe do I give off?” He laughs in disbelief. “No one can be this perfect,” I say, and he rolls his eyes in such a way where they might strain.
