"We haven't figured it out," Waver admitted, and for once he had no shame in not knowing all the answers. There was no shame in the next part either, even though it was something he hadn't told the young woman in question. "But nine times out of ten, I can't look at her face without--"

A gesture filled in Waver's silence. Gray's face brought back an avalanche of memories that ten years on, were still hard to process. In the same silence though, there was Rider's great hand, and thus the prerequisite fussing and swatting at Rider that was a foundation of their bond together.

"Hey, watch the hair!"