Ravi bites his lip, and presses his face against Diego’s shoulder, embarrassed. He’s still wearing his mask, with all its sharp edges, but he doesn’t want to let go of Diego in order to take it off. Right now, he doesn’t want to let go of Diego, ever.

“Thank you. This is the best date I’ve ever had.” As if Ravi’s been on a lot of dates. But the heat in his face feels like it’ll never go away, nor the giddiness under his skin, like an electric thrum travelling to every inch of him. His arms go around Diego’s neck, and he turns his head to kiss Diego’s cheek. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to dance.”