"Human anatomy," he answers. Hamsi may be strange, but probably not butt brain strange.

"Right, exactly. This will definitely work." Once they reach the rink's edge, and the little carpeted step, Mason sits up on his knees. "Okay. Okay. I'm going to help you up, and then once you're standing, you can pull me up." That's a solid plan, right? He holds out his hands. "We can do this."