Kavinsky looked at Jack, trying to understand the twist in his stomach. He missed him? What did that mean? What was there to miss here, when Jack had assured that this was friends who fucked--all they'd done was take out the fucking part.

"I didn't go anywhere," Kavinsky said, almost a hiss, because he was frustrated. "I'm just trying to--look, man. I didn't go anywhere and I'm not going anywhere, so it's up to you to figure this shit out for yourself, right? I can't change it if the ring is a huge hang up for you. If it is now, it's gonna keep being, I figure. You know?"

It hurt to admit that.