Okay, really nice guy who wears glasses and works in the Commercial Center. Sal's brain whirs for a second and comes up empty, although that just might be the proximity of the illusion. Even in the darkness of the closet, their face has a luminous marble-like glamour that's impossible to connect to anyone he knows. (Well, except for—)

"I'm in two divisions," Sal offers with a grin. "The dangerous ones." He's a young man; is he not supposed to brag about being an explorer? He cups his closet partner's face with his hands and kisses them again, just because he can.