Isaac nods sympathetically. He gets it. It really gets it. It's not dead people for him, but it's still horror and disconcerting flashes out of reality and back.

"I did ninety in a rehab facility, it's not that amazing. I've only been out for four days." Enforced sobriety doesn't' feel like an achievement in the same way. "And I find that hard to believe? Like, you're seriously beautiful. I suspect I could draw you a thousand times and never quite catch your features the same way twice."