His mask slides off his head and falls to the ground, and it’s like the action alone is enough to silence the thousands of people reeling by this extremely public coming out we were just forced into. Not that it matters, because I can’t hear a goddamn thing over the blood roaring in my ears. The only reason I even know Keene is trying to get my attention is because my eyes are fixated on his face and I recognize my name on his lips.
