"Thanks," he muttered, looking around the dance floor with another quick jerk of his head. As usual, he felt like he'd lost his glasses, at best.

"I mean--I want to be here. With you. But I thought we were supposed to keep my morphing quiet." With the loud music and the crowd, he felt comfortable enough speaking in quiet tones to Rachel.

"Aren't they gonna wonder who the awkward kid with long hair is?"