He was reassured by the promise to let them go. Andrew wasn't looking forward to finding dozens of dead insects in the jars some hours from now. It would feel so wrong. He reached out, lighting his hand against the flashing insects and letting them crawl on his hands. They clustered on his skin, finding pairs, sometimes spreading their wings and taking off again. He didn't put them into the jar, though. He watched them light up his hand at random, blinking intervals, crawl up his arm.

With a little smile, Andrew looked up to where Joey was and then quickly looked away. Was he crying...? No, probably not. It was still a bit warm, maybe he was just swiping at sweat. It would grow cooler when the horizon completely darkened. Andy sat on his legs on the ground, shivering at the many, many legs that found their way up and down his arm, shoulder, and chest.