“It’s great to see—” “You look—” I laughed, ducking my head. “I look horrifying. I’m sorry for that.” “No.” His voice was a mere whisper. He squinted like he was studying a lost relic, flicking a hand through his hair as he murmured, “You look exactly like how I remember you. Just…” “Just what?” His eyes rolled over me, head to toe. “Older.”
