Are you asking me as a friend, or telling me what to do? The words ring clear and Kyle studies Jim's hand on his, like he's received a coded message.

'If,' he says, agreeing. Conceding.

Then, 'Probably not so soon. It's - weird. Looking at their anger or the pity. Nobody really bothers hiding it at all.' His other hand absently goes to his wrist. He doesn't want it hidden from him, but he would very much appreciate people not looking at him like he was broken. He wasn't. He was stone and steel and every drop of water in an oncoming tsunami. He was everything unbreakable.

A long pause, before he looks at Jim hesitantly. 'Do you want to see?'