Limbs were flying everywhere in the pit, and for a while Claude just enjoyed the energy, feeling himself rebound off other energetic bodies. But a very, very specific shade of violet caught his eye, right in the corner of his vision.

It took him instantly back to his childhood bedroom, and their college dorm, and…was that actually Lorenz? At a punk show? In the mosh pit?

Breathless, he retreated to the edge of the circle. Yeah, he’d know those pointy-ass elbows anywhere; he could feel them in his ribs even now. He waited for things to calm a little, then put a solid hand on Lorenz’s shoulder. Lavender eyes rimmed in smudged black makeup widened in surprise, then crinkled at the corners as a wide smile took over Lorenz’s face.

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