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"So how was your Transformation process, Brandon?" Elliott asked, and I leaned back so that the father could see his son a little better. How weird would it be to come back from the dead and find out you had an eighteen-year-old kid?

"Smooth," Brandon replied, rubbing his hands together like he was still very uncomfortable. "Just went to sleep, woke up a superhero."

"That's every day for me," Elliott joked, nudging me with his elbow. I laughed genuinely for the first time in as long as I could remember. "Cool. Glad it wasn't painful. Jamie's a heckofa guy ain't he?"

"Yeah, he sure is. He saved Cassidy." Brandon smiled at me, and I found myself scooting closer to him on the sofa. I really wished they weren't so far apart, but I supposed that was a bit of a metaphor for life.