"Yes, people like me," he said, sounding like he was trying not to laugh. Between the knuckle in his ribs and the kissing, his body was slowly getting overloaded on light, gentle sensations.

It wasn't a bad thing. Just a still unfamiliar experience. He'd come from a place where everything was hard, difficult, sharp, and bloody. This wasn't.

"You're strange too," Thomas said fondly. "Don't ask me why. You just are."