"It's how they best communicate," Simon said, arm around Peter's slight shoulders as he leaned in to mess with the site he was on. "If they don't threaten each other with excommunication from friendship every so often, they'll be too happy. Happy people don't get anything done, Pete. You have to be uncomfortable and dissatisfied to really evoke a change."

He frowned a little at the number at the top of the collection page and let his hand fall from the track pad into his lap.

"Fuck. That's not a real number," he muttered. "How do we have-- we don't even have that many Twitter followers. Did each one donate ten bucks? Fuuuuuuck. Uh. Wow. Okay. For that amount, I'm putting out on all of my dates!"