Sasha kisses him back, still soft, still gentle. 

Lev's crying while he kisses Sasha, huge body-wracking sobs.

Sasha cradles him and rubs his back and murmurs "it's okay, you're okay, I've got you, it's okay," into his mouth. 

"It's not okay. I'm broken."

"Everyone's broken." 

"That's not true."

He goes over to where his prep books are and starts studying, even though he's crying too much to really make out the words.

"'We are all broken. That's how the light gets in.' — Hemingway never actually said that, it's a misquote of a Leonard Cohen lyric, but it's still true." 

"There's a crack in everything," he says quietly, staring at the book.

"There's a crack in everything," he agrees. He takes his sewing supplies and sits down next to Lev. 

And eventually Asher will jump his way back to where Sasha and Lev are.

They should probably be heading back around now anyway. 

Sasha doesn't sleep very well, that night. 

(Marlo hasn't slept soundly since the day he met Christine; he was hoping camp would help, but it — doesn't.) 

Lev's dreams mostly feature his mouth on Sasha's dick.

Asher sleeps perfectly.

After breakfast, Christine takes everyone to the football field. 

"Lev, Asher, you both had trouble admitting you were homosexual, so I've assigned you extra work to be completed during free time." She gives them binders which they put in their bags. "Everyone else, we've moved on to step two, rediscovering your gender identity. I thought we'd start off with something fun. Playing football!"

Football isn't his favorite, but this is the first time anyone at this camp has seen Marlo smile. 

Sports are terrible. This is probably the kind of thought that leaves Lev kissing Sasha in the forest. 

"Uh, football leads to brain damage? I was kind of using my brain."

"Playing a pickup game with your friends is perfectly safe."

"Being near a friend does not make you magically immune to concussions. Can we play soccer instead?" 

"If you object to the camp's scheduled activities you may, instead, spend the time copying out a car repair manual by hand."

He seriously considers it before sighing. "Aight. Fine. Football it is." 

"Is anyone here familiar with the rules of football?"

She doesn't really expect anyone to raise their hands.

Marlo is in fact familiar with the rules of football. 

Then Marlo can help her explain! 

In light of everything, instead of Shirts and Skins, they should probably be Shirts and A Different Color Of Shirts.