[His feet remember where to step, light and aware like he can see the marks. The bedroom is darker, warmer. Matt keeps it like a den or a nest. Once John is seated his fingers are deft and find the places that need pressure as he guides his arm.]

Yes. And sometimes no. I--can't see faces but I can read the way a person breathes or stands. We give ourselves away with sweat, faltered heartbeats. Sometimes a clenched hand or a sigh. I'll defend people if they want my help and pay the fee. I have to find ways to expose that they're lying without acting like I'm even aware.