"Yeah, we live together," Kavinsky said, feeling safer about that then about talking about his sexual history or about his emotional confusion. He set the box of crackers aside before he ate the whole thing. "Newt and Al were sort of a package deal, but still had their own places, and I was living in my warehouse in late November and early December after the landlord at Candlewood kicked me out."

He was quiet a moment, then laughed softly. "Fireworks are pretty predictable, man."