It's unreal. For decades, he couldn't fathom ever being this happy, or this secure and safe. Did anything like this happen before the freeze? Has he ever felt like this?

His eyes shine bright when they part. Curtis skates his new fingers over her hair, then lets them drift lower. Very gently, he traces the shape of the tattoo along the side of her face, following the intricate feathers and swirls from temple to jaw and back up.

He's never done that before. He couldn't. It would've been too awkward to reach across her face with his right hand.