"I don't exactly care about God one way or the other, so he can hate or love all he wants, it won't change who I like." Hartley wasn't sure what the other boys were snickering at, but he assumed it had something to do with him making a fool of himself. Whatever, he could ignore that. At least he wasn't completely alone for the moment. He ignored the desire to ask what his real name was, because he didn't want to be shot down.

Instead he looked down at his hoodie and nodded. "Yeah. It's fine. Slowly drying."