Riley and Winter are friends. I'm not going to lie and tell you that they are lovers. What I can say is that their intimacy is sublime. It is like that moment in Moby Dick, when Ishmael and Queequeg have to share a bed together. Two strangers, of the same gender, forced into tight quarters for the night. It is not always about sex. Sex is fantastic, do not get me wrong. But sometimes my jaded mind finds more beauty in people simply getting along with each other. When I see someone suppress their inherent fear and distrust for a fellow human, I gets me a mean mental stiffy. Stay woke.