"Cities are pretty gross," she absentmindedly agreed, not hearing the full force of his admission. She tugged him toward the LGBTQ building, which had all but erupted in rainbow banners, tables laid out in the front offering pamphlets about STD testing programs, medical assistance, marriage counseling, and more. "I mean, I think the rate of shit I've seen on the streets in L.A. doubled in recent weeks. You think it's that hard to find a toilet?"
They came to a stop in front of one table, where a stack of laminated signs announcing "LOVE WINS" in large, bold letters were on offer. BB's hand unlaced from Vinnie's, offering him a sign in return. Seeing his face, she quieted a little, though the energy that always pumped around her did not truly abate. "So... Did moving out here make you feel better? Did you, I dunno, see a doctor or something?" Signs in hand, she grabbed Vinnie once more and dragged him toward Hollywood Blvd and the march.