Their eyes meet and Lee sees nothing but himself reflected back.
Not shame or the barest hint of remorse, not the illicit thrill he expected, not a single thought of her boyfriend, his brother, in the next room. Just the fading strains of satiated desire.
And that’s when Lee realizes: she wasn’t faking interest in his brother. She was faking everything.
She’s just like him. His world shifts in some slight, tremendous way, and he can see that hers has as well.
Kara and Lee as sociopaths. It changes surprisingly little.