Jennifer always looked at him with that glance, and he hated it. It would make his food taste bland and paste-like. Her glance peeled him like an orange, revealing the bruised and ugly fruit underneath. He didn’t know about the power of vision until that disgusting, disgust_ed_ look speared him on the end of a stick and tossed him out. He was good at hiding before she came, before those mirrored eyes taught him to see.