The joiner in front of us begins to explain how she, and the other joiners, are connected to the hive which changes their appearance. My drifts away to the times I saw my joiner's natural, gorgeous, brown eyes.
The first time we made love when he surprised me as himself.
Our wedding, when he wanted to say "I do" and not "We do."
The birth of each of our children when he wanted to see them as I saw them.
His funeral, when the connection faded and his eyes changed from black to natural brown.
"We miss him too, Agent."