"Maybe it was the booze, making their heads grow heavy, or maybe it was the way that this dance had been going on for far longer than just tonight, preposterous as it may have seemed. Maybe it was the lack of an orchestra against the industrial backdrop, but maybe there was simply more to say without any music or songs or words at all. Maybe all those stars—like tiny, tiny blue gemstones—were loud enough." A stolen kiss. They never talked about it again.