Steven shakes his head. "Just take it off," he says, perched on the edge of Jack's bed. "It really shouldn't be a big thing. Both faces are you, after all."

There's an odd sort of giddiness running through his veins. Not only is he going to see Jack's other face, which he can't help but be a little excited by, even if it really isn't a big deal—but he can't stop thinking about what Jack promised to teach him. God, he wants to learn.

He looks down at his hands. Flexes his fingers. Smiles, just a little, to himself. And then he looks back up at Jack.

"You know I won't see you any differently, right?"