“It’s not against the law to tell me I look like my dad, Dacen.” His eyes still scream with the unshed pain he carries, but he’s forced the rest of his expression into more neutral territory. You can’t control the eyes though. There’s a reason they say the eyes are the window to the soul. Those two fuckers are always hopped up on truth serum. Unless you’re some kind of a psychotic bastard, the eyes will always show your truth.
