we look at each other , mark and i , mark and john , in the darkness of the night and the darkness of the room , and for a moment its like the mirror is really reflecting us , reflecting me into him , my features , the lines on my face , the blackness of my eyes , even something , really , beneath the surface , that is there , that touches me and touches him too , and i can see him , he sees it too , some level of understanding switches on in him .