Alone in the hotel room false glow of night he found a shade of himself he hadn't noticed before.

On the way to the bathroom, his shadow sliding before him along the beige plush, slithering over the end of the bed, hopping up the couch arm and growing small at the doorway, he saw what the blonde had seen. A mover and shaker, a being who could swell up to the size of a room or shrink down into the drain of the sink.

He was whatever he was thought of as being. Whatever he needed to be.