His arm is around Josh, the scent of cigarettes thick under his nose. They smile, a flash, and the others disengage. His arm is still around Josh, and he has to remind himself to let go. But the memories flood back and it's the hardest thing ever.

Catch of his hand as he pulls away, and he's not being looked at, he's being looked *through.* His hand is squeezed and as Josh lets go, he murmurs, 'Let's go for a smoke after.'

Two hours later, the taste of cigarettes blend together as they kiss in the alleyway behind the theater.

[end]

proceed to ACT II