Finn

When I grabbed Xander in the headlock, I thought his tunic was kind of lumpy. Probably just a side effect of how loosely they wear them under those vests. When Xander climbed onto my back, I thought…well, mostly I thought that he’d set me up to win.

Now, with the entire line of my body pressed against Xander’s, there’s no other explanation I can invent for the soft rise of flesh beneath my chest. They’re small, compact, like they’re being crushed by something other than me, but unmistakable.

Xander has breasts.

I scrape through my memories of the Haze again—lips, hands, hips… nothing. Just a few flashes I can...