[ A piece of Matt's brain is still racing, trying to track the particulars of his new perception and figure out what it means. But only a piece; there are other mysteries to untangle right now. And better lighting might be a good start.
Matt's bauble of light shifts overhead, drifting to the middle distance between them and lowering gently until it's just above the crowns of their heads. The irregular ash-gray flecks within it shift and roil; they resemble shadows, but strangely enough, they still produce light. ]
Well ... your skin, for one. [ Matt brushes a chrysalis-wet fingertip to Amos' chest. ] It's grayer. And your eyes have changed. They're a lot darker ... but brighter in the irises?
You still look great, obviously, [ he adds, as it occurs to him how terrible he'd felt when he first lost his hand. Like a freakish failure. He still doesn't relish looking at himself in the mirror. Amos doesn't strike him as sensitive in that way, but Matt still doesn't want to risk making him feel like shit. ]
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Matt's bauble of light shifts overhead, drifting to the middle distance between them and lowering gently until it's just above the crowns of their heads. The irregular ash-gray flecks within it shift and roil; they resemble shadows, but strangely enough, they still produce light. ]
Well ... your skin, for one. [ Matt brushes a chrysalis-wet fingertip to Amos' chest. ] It's grayer. And your eyes have changed. They're a lot darker ... but brighter in the irises?
You still look great, obviously, [ he adds, as it occurs to him how terrible he'd felt when he first lost his hand. Like a freakish failure. He still doesn't relish looking at himself in the mirror. Amos doesn't strike him as sensitive in that way, but Matt still doesn't want to risk making him feel like shit. ]