The night starts here.

Forget your name, forget your fears. The sky is bleak but full of stars, cold and clear and lovely. The burn of the fire and the alcohol incites an aching loneliness not felt for so long. There's a fog above the grass that drives us all inside; onto the couches and into the beds, searching for something that'll never be found in sex.

That's all the explanation you're getting out of me.
Because somehow, now, it doesn't matter anymore.