Kavinsky nodded and got up. He reached a hand for Jack. Jack wouldn't need help off the bench, but it was a comfort for touch; Kavinsky relished touch, now that he allowed himself, and there was no reason he couldn't help Jack to his feet and bump shoulders with him and be companionable.

He looked up if there was anything interesting showing in theaters. Like Jack said, it didn't matter, but it would help to pick one before they got to the theater.

"Newt and I are having our reception party in May," he said softly. "I told Dee and Poison, but like. I dunno if you wanna be there, but I'd like you there, if you wanna. So. Ball's in your court, man."