"The hell do you mean, you're not just friends? What, you put a dick in your mouth, and that precludes being just friends or something? Shit, I better right home to, like...a good twenty people I went to school with."

He arched a brow at Jack, maybe deliberately trying to get a rise out of him now, maybe just a little bit generally curious about this stipulation Jack seemed to have about sex and friendly behavior. But it wasn't like it was foreign to Kavinsky. He knew that his situation had been an outlier. No one was going to admit to what they'd done with him because it was dangerous, on top of various other reasons for not admitting to it.