Gavin picked up his feed off the counter and dug his fingers into the pliable surface like a little kid playing with a handful of Play-Doh. “Look, just forget it. We don’t need to talk about this right now. I probably do just need to eat and—”
“You aren’t a miracle,” Matthew whispered. “You aren’t even an anomaly. You’re a self-made abomination. If you can’t see the difference between those things, then don’t get at upset with me because I can.”