It’s the kind of smile that transforms him into someone else entirely, the kind of
smile that puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips and I realize I’ve never
seen him like this before. I’ve never even seen his teeth—so straight, so white,
nothing less than perfect. A flawless, flawless exterior for a boy with a black,
black heart. It’s hard to believe there’s blood on the hands of the person I’m
staring at. He looks soft and vulnerable—so human. His eyes are squinting from
all his grinning and his cheeks are pink from the cold.
He could be glowing. That could be a halo around his head. This could be the world’s way of making an example out of irony. Because Warner is beautiful in ways even Adam isn’t.