You can thank your sister and the enforcer for my near sightlessness and spittle-like appearance. Neither of them have the class to at least throw water on me before tossing me at Jerry.

[His fingers tracked through her bangs over and over again, occasionally stroking her scalp. He liked the feel of hair on his digits; it was the kind of soft subtle touch that came easier to him, a reminder of an old comfort and self-soothe behaviour. Aside from himself, Jinx was the only one he shared it with and only on rare occasions.]