This play manages to paint queer characters so specific and tangible they become archetypal. It's this human heart which drives a constant stream of "oh shit oh shit oh no awwww shit" moments up until last scene. We desperately need more plays like this one, where people love each other so much that they blow everything up trying to hold things together.

This is such a sweet play filled with love, it's really a joy to read and all the characters feel like people you've known your whole life. It's comforting right up until the end where it rips your heart out, still beating.

It’s remarkable how developed August’s playwright voice is in relation to their journey. This mature instinct for how to tell stories mixed with youthful ‘fuck-it’ energy is exciting. The characters are relatable, especially the ‘antagonist’ - which feels honest. The play confronts how healthy young people deal with sickness and frailty when hit head-on by the reality of death. The final scenes of the play are so beautiful in their precision of character – Zarya flees, Melissa attacks, and steady Jeanine tries to hold on. While you’re here, I also highly recommend you read Acute Exposure.