Kavinsky shrugged one shoulder, just gone a bit quiet and settled. "I dunno. It doesn't make any sense, it just--like, he's done shit. He does shit, and. And I'm some kid."

There was an irony to that, when he looked like this, he thought. It didn't matter. He sniffled once, vaguely. "Sorry, I don't know what I'm saying, I'm not making any sense."