By the time Steven was five, Justin could see the resemblance.
Without mentioning why, Grant stopped dying his hair and let the rejuv silver show through. It took away some of Justin's dizziness.
It was hard enough to see his own face in Jared's infant features, the trusting way the boys walked together: best friends, brothers, even if one was CIT and the other azi.
When they visited Ari, and Florian handed the boys a drink of orange juice --
Tape-flash, deep and wrenching. Justin closed his eyes against the century-old echo and managed to smile after a moment.
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