"I don't think you're any shorter?" Poison turns his head, trying to judge. "And no, it doesn't bother me." He smiles and turns his head towards Jack's touch. He looks at his face, studies it.

"You look different," he says, and he knows Jack looks like Jillie now, which is a little weird. He sees familiar features, but it's not... He doesn't know how to phrase it. "Your eyes are the same, at least."