"Friends," Kavinsky said, half a question, as if that was a given. He'd been hopeless about Jack for months, absolutely stupid about it. Looking back on it, he blamed himself for all of this. If he'd just behaved, if he'd been good, then none of this would have happened.

He looked up at Jack, settled and easy. He shrugged. "Whenever you figure out what that looks like, I guess. You know?"