I hesitated at first. After all, the whole situation could be interpreted as something it wasn’t, what with being in a boy’s room at night. But neither of us were thinking impure thoughts. Our minds hadn’t been poisened as other young minds had, and I was thankful to realize this. “Alright, then. Show me your scar,” I said. He pushed up his pajama top to reveal a fairly visable incision. “See?” he traced it with his finger. “The doctor said he did the best job that could have possibly been done, but I know that he was just an idiot. A stuffy, battery operated idiot, just as everyone else here,” Casimir said, a hint of contempt in his voice. Then, I noticed something that I hadn’t before. Casimir was very skinny. I didn’t say anything about it, and I assumed it wasn’t a big deal, either. After all, I found slender people to be quite attractive.