[which means she's too late to see his jaw drop and his cheeks flush. That's going to take some getting used to as well: feeling the rushes of heat beneath his skin from the blood flowing in his veins. He reaches up to touch his cheeks, almost confused by how warm they feel, then looks back at Amy. He's stricken. She spoke as if him no longer being plastic is a ... bad thing]
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I was alive before--