I didn't go anywhere, Kavinsky wanted to say, but that wasn't entirely true. And even if it were true, there was the nuance to it. He'd done something that had put a distance between them. He had to be the one to fix that.

"So, what do I do to fix this?" he asked, because it needed to be on Jack's terms. "More distance until things settle out? Only public hang-outs? Scheduled custodial visits--every other weekend and holidays?"

The last came out more bitterly than he meant. Kavinsky shifted from turning his ring to fidgeting with his necklace. He tapped his tongue ring against his teeth. "I don't want to have to be penciled into your life, man. I know we're doing cosmic reset and ignoring me being stupid into you, but I--I wanna be able to swing by. I want you to feel comfortable hanging out at the studio while Poison works. I...I want to be friends."