"Things get so crazy living life just like we do." I don't know where it comes from but I am smiling into the mirror as I try to keep my voice from cracking. I don't sing it out very loud but it seems a good response to what I heard from him.

I want to kick myself in the ass again as I hear sudden shifting and movement down the hall, much further away now. It sounds like busy work and so I finish up. The pants are to long and to wide but thanks to elastic in the legs and a drawstring I make it work. Thankfully the tee is a the kind that is meant to pull tight and show off muscles and fits me like it would any other normal non sculpted person. Running my fingers through my hair and giving my image a once over I decide I am almost presentable and leave the bathroom in a cloud of steam. I just hope what I am coming into is friendly fire.

As I walk down the hall I really don't think it is. I see a very agitated man trying to shove a pan into a spot that clearly it doesn't go into. He has changed, he is now in something similar to what I am in but it looks a whole hell of a lot nicer on him. His hair is crazy out of place showing all it's wild and curly glory. His face is set in grim lines and I can see the little boy he once was. It is a big trigger for me. I recall stealing his pencil. We had to be nine or so. He played it cool but I remember sitting at the top of the slide and breaking it. He was mad, his eyes didn't show it but his jaw and mouth did.

"Tick, tick, tick..." he startles as I come n the room. Wiping his dry hands on a towel he tries to erase the look. "Somethings never change. But I thought you curbed the jaw tick long ago."

His eyes narrow at me a fraction but they don't scare me. "Sometimes they come back when the right person triggers it."