[He's already juggling looking at a lot of things, what with the skin, but when she thrusts the picture his way he obligingly turns. Seems like a photo of two people, side by side.]
That, uh, looks like you... Wait, w-wait.
[The photo, yes. But reflected on the glass itself... His bafflingly skin-covered hand reaches up towards his cheekbone, only for the reflected person to do the same thing, fingers finding yielding skin instead of bone.]
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That, uh, looks like you... Wait, w-wait.
[The photo, yes. But reflected on the glass itself... His bafflingly skin-covered hand reaches up towards his cheekbone, only for the reflected person to do the same thing, fingers finding yielding skin instead of bone.]
Is that... me??