"Everything has, nothing has...." Trace found himself laughing, though, and he leaned in and twisted in enough that his teeth and lips slid against his brother's jaw too, then he was stepping away from him and turning to head toward the stairs that led down to his dirt basement.
That, at least, hadn't changed. His spores were thriving around the corners, and Faith had taken care of him while he'd been away. "You could leave them on, and come back filthy. It would suit you too."