Distaste, anger filled his face, turning his charming eyes to black mirrors, like the eyes of a doll. He laughed then, soft and vaguely sinister. At least with that we've got a solid direction. It was part of his secret identity, his Tedness, but still, Edward lived here, and there had to be more reason than just Ted would have liked it.
Simon was lying in a pool of blood and darker fluids. He looked at me then, and even with the sunglasses on I knew he was surprised. He was gone. He looked at me, and the expression was enough.
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