Mo snuck out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. He could see the anxiety, the raw nerves in his face. His eyes were sparkling again with an odd twist of fear and hope and his mouth twitched slightly at the corners.

He worried about Elle but knew she'd probably be happier and much better off with a real man, the man that he now just barely reflected.

He took a deep breath, put his hand out, fingers trembling, and made up his mind.