Adam freshened up before the mirror.
He had changed into casual outing clothes, white shirt, black jeans, white canvas shoes. A cap sat low over his now-straight black hair. The reflection still felt unfamiliar.
The golden eyes were the most disorienting.
But adaptation was inevitable.
After looking at himself one last time he finally left the room.
Remedy had told him to meet her outside, since she would drive them to Tristan's Mission Hall.
As he walked down the hallway, he passed the dining area.
Scott sat at the table eating breakfast shirtless.
Sweat still clung to his skin, steam rising faintly from his body, clear sign of an early training session. As Adam passed he glanced up at his new face, said nothing and continued eating.
Adam didn't speak either.
They simply assessed each other nothing more as he walked to the exit.
Near the exit, Felecia was sprawled across the couch watching tv.
Beer already in hand.
