I kiss her forehead and wrap an arm around her for comfort, motioning the man to come closer. He hesitates before doing so, studying me. When he reaches us, he keeps a foot and a half between him and Rayah and glances over the mark.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy