Carrick looked back at him with stubborn blankness. "Don;t be ridiculousThat's not possible."
He threw off the bedcovers and got to his feet, moving over to stand in front of the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. The skin of his bare chest was unmistakeably warm and human-looking. He leaned closer, his vision seeming to almost have a fog in front of it. Everything seemed muted, as if he were looking at the world through dirty glass.
He turned to look back at Russell. The difference in his lover looked less acute than the face he saw in the mirror, but it was there. The hungry glow he was used to seeing in Russ' eyes was gone. He moved back to the bed, feeling ungainly and unsteady on his feet, and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.