He groans and laughs again. "Dude," he argues. "I don't know, I mean, I still looked like me? Just, narrower, and, like, softer. I woke up with tits, and it was the weirdest fucking thing." He shakes his head, then remembers he has pictures, so he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

There are a couple of texts from Clint, making sure that his friend is okay, that he's okay, and fuck. He's way too nice. He responds with a quick reassurance, and the promise that they'll talk later, and then navigates to his photo gallery so he can show Alex.