Vacant eyes, pinhole irises. This is a zombie. Amoral and the embodiment of the new normal.
Even the teats aren’t real. And the eyes being the door to the soul— there ain’t one there.
But the boys got their rocks off. The son is screwed up for life.
One wonders just WHO the father who should get custody, does and looks like to marry this thing.
What's a pinhole iris?