Kavinsky nodded. When Jack was on his feet, Kavinsky didn't let his touch linger too long. He tucked his hands into his pockets and started walking. He was pretty sure the ache was the worst because they'd just gotten back to fooling around, and now it was gone.

He pushed the thought away. No sense in dwelling.

"Looks like there's a bunch of things in the theaters," he said casually. "So we'll have our pick."