He was quiet on the drive home, worrying about working on the car. Chance didn't even notice how many times Dorian turned the wrong way. He kept fidgeting. He kept looking outside. Licked his lips. What was wrong with him? Chance stole a glance at the other youth, wondered what it was like being so different from anyone else in school. It wasn't just the deafness, it was the features of someone who came from afar, the slanted eyes and the delicate features, androgynous in a place where the stamp of one's gender defined everything.

When he heard Dorian, with that odd accent of his, Chance turned his focus to the other male. He smiled. "It's fine. It was a nice drive. And I had a fun time... even though I had no idea what we were looking for at the junk yard."