Author: Guede Mazaka
"Lorenzo's still up."
"What are you, his mother? He can leave if the noise bothers him."
El squinted in the moonlight, trying to unsmudge the outline of his friend. His head was still lightheaded from the fighting earlier, and his veins felt full of lead. //I'm not a woman.//
"I know. That's why I'm asking. A woman would remind me of too much."
//This is still going to hurt.//
Bitter triumph smiled its way across Fideo's face as he crawled closer and put his hands flat on El's chest, then dragged down his palms. //I know. That's why I'm asking.//