There's something deeply, profoundly fucked up about kissing Wichita's twin like this, and that does nothing to stop Rex from doing it anyway. He shifts his hands, moving them to her hips. His teeth scrape against her lower lip in a light bite, both eager and aggressive. It's been entirely too long since he's done this. There's something familiar about this, and it feels right, calls him back to a time when things were so much worse-- hopeless, even. All except for one bright spot. Kissing Odessa feels like coming home.

And yet it doesn't. Once he closes his eyes, everything changes. This is somebody else. For all her superficial similarities to Wichita, Odessa is unique. He's never met anybody like her before-- the closest person he can point to, in fact, is himself. Perhaps he's bringing his narcissism to a whole new level.

Whatever this is-- narcissism, projection, simple attraction-- Rex enjoys it. He follows that hard kiss up with another, slightly gentler one, pushing all thoughts from his mind.