Otabek's expression flattened, to make his point. He lifted one hand to point to his face. "There's a reason I don't," Otabek answered, "and you know why." He looked scary sometimes. He was calm, and not particularly interesting to people outside of his life.

"It's different at home, but not like what you have to go through. It would help if I had -- " Er, how should he put it. "A nice face like yours."