“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

Vincent was on his side, leaning on his elbow, looking at Barnabas, who was staring at the sky. “I’ve been thinking.”

Barnabas had a bad feeling.

“I think I’m going to leave soon.”

“Okay.”

“And I was wondering,” Vincent continued, “if you would want to come with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not like you really want me along anyway.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I thought you wanted to find yourself. Meet people. See stuff. Take pictures.”

“No reason I can’t do all that stuff with you.” Vincent moved closer to Barnabas. “I’d rather do it with you.”

Barnabas looked over. “I want to go with you,” he said. “but I’m afraid of what he’ll do when he catches us.”

“Maybe he won’t.”

“Wishful thinking.”

“Just think about it. Seeing other cities, other places, other people. Eating whatever we want. Being together. Not being here. Maybe, in some places, they won’t even think we’re freaks.”

“It sounds nice.”

“Then come with me.”

Barnabas wanted to say yes.

“Think about it.” Vincent moved closer again. “And in the meantime, kiss me.”