What are you thinking? he asked in a disarmingly gentle tone.That the city looks different depending on whom Im seeing it with.He nodded easily, as if this same thought had occurred to him. I notice different things, I continued. Like with you, I pay more attention to the details of the buildings the textures, the colors, the people standing in front of them. The reflections are different.Reflections? he asked quietly.They are. I watched our bodies morph and distort in the window of an empty bank. Youre there, I said. Thats how theyre different.