Man, you cannot be real," the human said softly.
"Why not?"
"You just can't."
She laughed a little. "Well, I am." He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin.
"Mind if I ask you to prove it?"
"How?"
"Can I touch your hair?

“The look in Manny´s eye was the ocular equivalent of a middle finger...”

“Every night I went into Hannah's room and sat with her stuff. The thing I could…”

“Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Iris…”

“He went over to the leathers and picked them up. Nice Catholic boy like him did…”