[ Okay so Ray isn't very good at driving, and Leo hits the inside window very hard, and claws his way back upward, squinting sidewards at Ray, rubbing at his poor dented forehead. ]

Your face is my face, not the other way around. Look how new you are. New and shiny.

[ He stops kneading his temple and reaches across to pinch Ray's cheek. ]

My genetics are your genetics.