"Sometimes the scars are too deep and the mask doesn't fit any more." Sinric mutters between kisses, his fingers moving over the hem of Emcee's shirt. "Then we have to face who we are without it. That is where I am. Staring into the glass at a face I don't recognise."

He rears back, looking into Emcee's eyes. "But I know you see me. Just as I see you."