"We could just get you some contacts, you know." Dom tilted the huge magnifying mirror that sat on the counter in his direction and checked his teeth.

"I'm gonna get a pair made, yeah, but I don't want to have to wear them all the time. Watching Elijah mess around with his was like watching a mini-drama unfold onset, Dom." Billy fiddled with the dozen pairs that they'd laid out on the counter—a huge assortment of black, brown, gold, and silver rimmed glasses, all shaped slightly different.

Billy stole the mirror from Dom. He set it in front of him and put on the first pair—slightly oval shape, slender gold frame. "Mm. What'd ya think?"

Dom was staring at him, eyebrows up and mouth down. "Wow."

"Bad, huh? I look like a bloody librarian." Billy made a face and went for the next pair—a thicker black frame in a trendy squared oval. He whipped them off as quickly as he put them on. "Oh, now that's frightening."

Dom was still staring, but he chuckled this time. "Sort of looked like Da Boyd there for a second."

Billy gave him a look and took another pair, smiling. "A wonderful man he was. And in honor of his memory, I'll leave those behind, yeah?"

The tenth or so pair was of smallish frame—painfully slender silver. Dom was just saying how easily breakable they must have been when Billy turned them over and put them on. He straightened them and looked into the mirror. Dom grinned.

"Bil-llly," he sang-song drawled. "You look fantastic."

"What?" Billy shot back. "Rubbish." He stared at his reflection. Well. He didn't look too bad. Maybe Dom had a point. "I guess they're okay."

Later that night, Billy cleaned the glasses and put them on. As he and Dom watched television, Billy used the time to get used to the weight on his nose. He was easily distracted by the fuzzy space around the rims, but the man at the optometry place had said it would feel like that.

During a commercial, Billy turned to Dom. "Do you think I look like my father?"

Dom gave a half-smile and leaned over, gently removing the wire-and-glass from Billy's face. "I do." He leaned in and kissed Billy. When he drew away he pressed his fingers to where the glasses were already making two pinkish dents on either side of Billy's nose. "I also think you look sexy in specs."

"Ah, sod off." Billy waited to seconds before snatching the glasses back. He cradled them carefully and then unfolded them, slipping them back on.