"Don't you want to punish him, or--?"

"You like teaching. Would you like a lesson about teaching?"

"What?"

"If you want people to tell you something, you have to be a safe person for them to tell it to. If you've kissed another boy, or told him you loved him, or even had sex, I want you to tell me. But you might not, if you're afraid the other boy will be punished, or I'll be unfair to him in group therapy, or I'll kick him out of camp and his parents will hurt him. I don't want you to have any doubt in your mind about whether you should tell me when you've kissed another guy. So I won't ask who you kissed."

"That-- makes sense."

He feels really special, to be told.

"So. Would you like to start planning how you can avoid kissing him in the future?"

"Yes, I would."

They do, for the rest of the session.

That evening, Lev is reading a book in the dorm room during free time.

...Sasha doesn't ask. 

Marlo's talking to one of the other boys and Sasha doesn't especially want him there to cover for him and Asher, so instead he curls up with a project and sews, within earshot of Lev but not conspicuously near him. 

Asher does a perfectly reasonable quantity of staring at ~*~his girlfriend~*~.

They can talk about Romeo and Juliet. Asher's knowledge is 100% ballet-related.

"You know the ballet originally had a happy ending."

"What was it? — please tell me you aren't one of the people who thinks they were just stupid kids." 

"Juliet wakes up before Romeo kills himself and they skipped off into the sunset. --Nah, I've danced it, those are all they-really-love-each-other steps, not stupid-kids steps."

"That ending's narratively lovely but I don't know if I love what it does thematically. And good, I've broken up with boyfriends over this." 

"It's very controversial! Most companies do the sad version."

He nods. "I haven't seen the ballet, I only know the play, but the whole point of the play is that the feud is tearing society apart to the point that they can't have a happy ending." 

Asher has many ballet opinions!

He really wants to show Sasha video.

"Oh, right, that reminds me, there was something I was going to show you, c'mere?" 

They don't have internet access and they'd said everyone's computers would be searched to make sure they didn't have anything inappropriate, but Raine's folder trees with innocuous-but-not-conspicuously-so names are deep and all her photos are hidden in text files where the thumbnails don't show anything, and if Asher sits so nobody else can screen then she has plenty of photos to share. 

His girlfriend is incredibly pretty when... she's... a girl?

Asher is really far from sure that that's the right phrasing but gosh she's pretty.

Raine is very glad he thinks so! 

There are photos of Raine in makeup and her normal clothes, which have been embroidered and patched and covered in buttons, a handful in dresses, a handful in boy's formalwear. Raine had hair down to her collarbone; she'd usually wear it in a ponytail. 

She looks much prettier with her old hair. It's not the hairstyle, it's her face. She looks more alive. 

It occurs to Asher that they apparently weren't screening that well, and he too has a carefully hidden folder that he hadn't deleted because-- well, honestly, because he didn't really like thinking about the Robin folder at all.

"Let me see if I can find something."

She nods and waits. 

Yep, still there.

Buried deep in the Robin folder is a giant file of pictures. Asher with his shirt off at the beach. Asher shirtless by the wall. Asher's ass, his back arched. Asher naked and happy, his cock soft. Several videos of him dancing naked. Asher jerking off, biting his lip, his head tossed back. Asher smiling languidly, his stomach splattered with come.  

He used to have a lot more hair on his head.

"These are gorgeous, it's a shame you can't send them to me." 

"When we get Internet, probably."

Not that the Internet is the problem, but.

"Yeah. And I'll send you my old project photos." 

She'd bury them in a folder of English essays from freshman year or in the "Windows8_OS" tree, where nobody would look for them; she's got enough downloaded that actually combing through her computer would take way too much time and the staff at this camp just aren't as invested in finding it as she is in hiding it. The Internet kind of is the problem.