followed him up the stairs. A flicker of a smile, but he didn’t say anythin’ else, and his silence was smug. For a twenty-three-year-old kid, he shouldn’t’a been able to see so much, know so much, but from the time I’d first met him ago, he’d always been like that. Those pale eyes were scalpels, cuttin’ up human flesh and scrapin’ past bone to the heart of people. It was fuckin’ eerie.
