"It sucks?" Kavinsky carded his fingers back through his hair. Then, he huffed a noise that might have thought about being laughter for a moment. "They get bits and pieces of a lot of things I've done, but I don't think--like, for all that they had pretty messed up times growing up, it was a different sort of thing?"

He was quiet a moment and then shrugged. "I've never actually really told anyone about the kid that held my head in the sink while I was high. Like, I sorta did, one time with Newt? I was washing dishes in his kitchen and he got handsy and I asked if he was gonna stick my head in the sink, because I'm not into that, and he just--didn't ask about it. They don't ask about a lot of stuff, and I don't really volunteer it."