Kavinsky smiled, only a little bitter. Maybe he'd softened too much since he'd gotten to Darrow. Maybe it was because he wasn't alternative looking enough. Maybe it was that he'd helped Jack, where Jack had helped Poison. Maybe he should just stop thinking about why it was he hadn't warmed Jack's bed last night, since it didn't fucking matter.

"I mean. You're having a sexual awakening and shit. He should fucking understand that shit, man. Give yourself a little time to figure that shit out." He was quiet a moment. "And if you need to talk about gay shit, I'm here? I started screwing around when I was, like, fourteen."