"Because I want you to be happy," Kavinsky said, as simple as that. He sat there, having returned his hands to the lap, not quite touching Newt. The inch or two between them felt like a mile. "Me being out, being with other people, that doesn't make you happy. But people--finding those connections, being with people--that does."

He shrugged one shoulder. "You were practically glowing after you fucked that one guy, and you've always got this big smile on when you hang out with Jillie. So why would I want to change that?"