They break to pee. Jo fanning her face with her shirt, Xie’s own shirt gone, the girls pulled it off somewhere on the dance floor and he is as naked as he’s been in public for a long time. Flushed but a sudden chill, skin prickling. Do you see me, beloved. Jo off talking in a corner, shoulder against the wall, hands moving, almost forehead-to-forehead with another girl, tall, mess of curly hair, bucktoothed, has he seen her before? Leni and Xie sit against the narrow bar, Leni’s feet hooked on the rungs of a stool, knees tight together, cupping her elbows. Xie’s back slick against the gritty concrete. Leni pulling the medal from his chest, finger hooked around the chain. What’s this? Having to shout. Um. That’s my patron saint. Leni frowning. What? Peering at the image. He was a, uh. Kid who. Died because he wouldn’t convert to paganism. But you’re a pagan, Leni says, smiling, rubbing her thumb over the medal. He moves his hair from his eyes. I am? Yeah, you’re always like. In the woods and worshipping the earth and stuff. He smiles. Yeah, I guess. Why do you wear it? Xie shrugs. Catholics wear them for. Protection or. Like, help. Leni nodding, quick glance to see if he is serious, then she is serious, too. Letting the necklace go. It’s really pretty. Looking over her shoulder to see Jo laughing, her laugh carries all the way through the room. P. dancing alone in the center of the crowd. Peter found a new space, Leni says. They let him rent at a different church, it’s nice. You should come sometime. It’s all the same people. And some new ones, Jo’s been spreading the word. Xie snorts. Looks like she’s got a fresh one now. Leni’s wry smile. Yeah. She’s good at it. Finding people, you know? Like, I never would have talked to you, at school. I was kind of worried, when she said we should. Why? She tugs a piece of her hair, head cocked. I wanted her to myself, I guess. Or I just didn’t know if things would be as good with another person. She smiles. But she was right. You were one of us. Her eyes scan his, deep gray. What do they want to see? He tries not to look away. She puts her hand in his, fingers against the calluses. Let’s go dance, she says. And they do.