And then what I’m looking at finally clicks. “What the hell, Kai? Your face. It’s perfect!” “It’s about time you admitted you find me attractive.” A joke, but his voice is tight and careful and he sounds held together by hope and prayer more than skin and bone. “Don’t be a smartass. How do you look so good?” “Genes?” And there’s that brilliant smile. Well, a version of the smile, markedly dimmed.
