[Erwin stops shoveling and turns around, staring directly at Randy. The shovel blade falls to the walkway, where it hits with a bright, metallic sound that shouldn't be as loud as it is, not with all the swirling snow around them.]

Why would you ask that?

[His voice is soft, almost thoughtful, and the smile slowly bleeds off his face.]

Of course we're both straight. That's how the city wants us, and that's... that's how we'll be.

[His grip on the shovel handle tightens.]