A deep relief opened up in Kavinsky, but he only exhaled slowly. He wanted to work on this, wanted to work it out and make it better. He'd go, stay somewhere else for a little bit, if he needed to. Newt deserved better than this.

"Um," he breathed, and scrubbed at his scalp. "Yeah, I mean. He kissed me. We--we kissed a bit, but. But yeah, it was just me going down."

His gaze dropped a little. "Don't be mad with him, okay? He was--he was really fucked up and. And I was the one that did something wrong, so."