"Yeah?" Kavinsky was impressed with himself, remembering the navigation to Jack's new place. He pulled up on the curb outside the townhouse, looking at it, looking at Jack's and Poison's cars parked outside.

He turned off the car and just sat their a second. If he didn't get his hopes up, he couldn't be disappointed. That was a lie. He was disappointed in himself for wanting to get his hopes up.

"How's that been goin'?"