She could read it like Braille.

Dark eyes shielded from the world, fingertips dancing slowly over the ripples. She could feel the changes between the lines, and she could feel the way he moved. Shifted just a little, not used to the sensation. He was asleep, soundly in the land that escaped her almost nightly. Carefully, leaning her chin on his shoulder, she traced his barcode again.

331845739494. Alec. Her Alec.

Max liked the sound of that.