Kavinsky let the ache grow and chew, a maw on the inside of his ribs. He missed Jack too, more than he knew how to describe. He wasn't sure he could really handle this being on again-off again based on Jack's moods for a given day. But the friendship was crucial to him. He wasn't sure how to manage that, either.

He tilted his head back and sighed, looking at Jack for a second. Then, he offered a quiet, reedy laugh.

"Wanna go for a walk? I--I mean, I was just thinking we'd fuck around and watch tv, and now I've gotta, like. Reign my shit in 'cause we're at your place and shit's back on the table."