The message had been written on the bathroom mirror in lipstick. Not the red kind women wore to fancy dinners but a mid purple hue that a teenage girl might wear when they wanted to wear lipstick for experimental reasons rather than traditional seduction.

"We know" it had said. It scared Pete. HE didn't know what to do next. There was no plan. The only thing he knew he wanted to do was to tell somebody. The only person he could think of was Ryan. Not because they were close but Pete hadn't spoken to another human being besides Ryan after returning from 

Spacecity

.

He would begin with an email. Something vague like "you won't believe what just happened. tea again sometime soon. maybe beer?"

And then Pete would feel it out in person to see if he could share... Well he would definitely share something, but he didn't know how much he would share. At the cafe the evening before he had shared way more than he had expected. Ryan was a good listener. Same as on the email exchange.

Pete was still on the floor. He stayed there until he had to get up to pee.