Shawn takes a closer look at her and he sees. Sees the change in her eyes and the small twitch in her smile, those tiny little hints that tell him entire stories.

He pushes himself away from the wall, opening his hand to tip against the side of his head. "I can feel anger. It's so intense, a fuel to the soul. An enhancer of wardrobe choices. A narcotic to that part of our brain that develops after our tenth birthday and suddenly tells us that heights are a dangerous thing and subsequently ruins climbing trees forever."