There was something different about him when she got home. He leaned against the couch and crossed his feet on the coffee table. The easy grin she had on her face faltered as she stared down at the gentle slope of his face.

"Are you okay, honey?" She asked.

For a moment, the corners of his mouth trembled, but he stood up and spread his arms wide to bring her into a hug.

"Everything's fine. Why'd you ask?"

"Nevermind," she responded and leaned into his shoulder, letting the unease slip away.

But then again, he smelled wrong.

Drawing away quickly, she took a few steps to create a space between them. Something under his skin rippled, crawling down his eye to his mouth. She stumbled back further.

His smile cracked, and the thing wearing his face reached up and pulled it off.