"I'm not a damned thing," Simon laughed, breaking off another piece of the cookie as he turned back to face the street. "Seriously. Nothing at all. One day, maybe. I have dreams that this is going to mean something and I'll get to be a better person. I keep thinking that we are really going to change the world. I... Believe in him."

It seemed ridiculous to say. It was a confession that the aloof, arrogant Simon had never told anyone before.

"I believe I'll be good because of him and that I'll find the things I've been missing most in life. If I try really hard. I just keep on slipping, Pete. Isn't that sad?" He brushed the crumbs off of his jacket, blue eyes looking bluer from the dark makeup around his lashes. "Shit, do I sound really dumb right now? You're allowed to laugh at me."