I think, [ a little haltingly, ] both? That’s arrogant.

[ He pushes a finger against By’s front teeth. Half to stave off any argument that it is not arrogant; half because he’s thinking, with a fraction of his brain, about that evening a few years ago, when Byerly felt up his teeth and Bastien first (sort of, indirectly) propositioned him.

He revises to, ] Pamphlets. Mostly. If we are out there finding people who are being hurt, maybe I can write about some of it. When it’s the rules that are wrong.

But a novel for fun. For myself.