All my friends are on the block, I'm the new king [for Newt]

Kavinsky had come home from seeing Jack, from going to the movies with him, and had, almost immediately, climbed into the foot space under Newt's desk.

It was a strange place, probably, to hide. But the spot reminded him of his father's office. And when he still had nightmares--ones he needed to hide from and not ones he was at risk of manifesting--it was the foot space under a heavy desk where he hid under the storm passed.

So here he sat, curled over his knees, fingers tight to the back of his neck. What a mess.