“So you’re saying that because I’m gay, I don’t have a soul.” Donnie said, trying to hold back a smile. Needling religious people seemed like a fair trade for all their hateful rhetoric. Needling Kevin was evin more fun- he was religious and dumb.

“No, you have a soul, you’re just going to hell.” Kevin explained patiently.

“So hell makes you gay?”

“No you’re gay, so you’re going to hell-”

“-Where all the homos go. So hell is like the gayest place on Earth.” Donnie did laugh at that. He could imagine a Disneyland-esque shirt.

“None of that makes any sense. It’s like you’re not even listening to me. And hell isn’t on Earth.”

“Then where is it? San Francisco?”

“Now you’re just being stupid.”

“Me? I’m the one being stupid? You’ve been telling me how much you hate me for fifteen minutes and I’m the one being stupid? Fuck you.”

His voice turned placating as if Donnie was the one being unreasonable. “Look, I don’t hate you, I hate the act. I hate the lifestyle.”

“What business is it of yours- at all?”