"Really?" Uriah's face is practically pressed to the glass. He feels like a real tourist, all wide-eyed and stupid, but this aquarium is massive, and so is Boston. He can't help it.

And sometimes he stares at Tybalt, too. Uriah had preened in front of the mirror all morning getting ready for the trip. At the game he'd studied all the rival players, wondering which one was the ex. It's just curiosity, really.

He pulls back blinking, and sees exactly what Armani sees, but his feelings about Tybalt illuminated in deep blues is pretty different. His hand bumps into Tybalt's as he tries to point to the one he means. "That one?"