"Like donuts, yeah. Or like, donut holes? Right? Something like that."

He laughs. It's a weirdly innocent thing for the guy to say. Maybe, if he were less standoffish, and Ignacio were less painfully aware of other people's boundaries, it'd deserve a hair fluff. He doesn't fluff Gabe's hair. He just imagines himself doing it.

"That ain't weird. Believe me, there are things that make people weird. Praying on Christmas isn't one of them. Now, if you were to tell me your family stripes naked and prays in the snow on Christmas, that'd be weird. Mostly because snow is some bullshit."

He turns black eyes on Gabe, humor a wet flash in the corners on the dark sidewalk.