It couldn’t have been much later when I suddenly woke. My head was nestled on Brandon’s shoulder and his legs were over mine. We must have looked like a giant pretzel. I could hear his heart thumping below his—well, his chest. There. I knew they were breasts but I’d respect his identity if it killed me. Pronouns were hard. I realized I was, too. Anyhow, I wondered what woke me and I heard a voice saying, “Busted! Where the fuck are you?! Get back here!” I could hear bushes being shaken and an occasional thud or sharp crack of a stick being broken. There was a lot of cursing and creative swearing going on.