Comet and Arloh sat in silence, the only sounds the faint music from the radio and the wind whispering through the half-open windows. A small cloud of smoke curled from the end of Arloh’s cigarette, his hand resting idly on the steering wheel.

Comet glanced out the window, then over at the blonde man. He moved his hand from his lap to gently caress Arloh’s thigh.

Arloh glanced away from the road, raising an eyebrow as smoke seeped from his lips. “Are you trying to distract me?”