"Shit," Kavinsky said. It was not the first allusion Jack had made to his sister's health, but definitely the most direct. He was formulating concepts of her, of Jack's life. He wasn't sure if he ought to ask about it. Jack had showed up in Darrow at a dead faint; there was clearly something tied in with his shit that he wasn't fully dealing with, or was dealing with too much, as far as Kavinsky was concerned.

"Yeah, that'd be rough. And I bet the whole Buddhist, do not harm, whatever probably throws a skew on all the really fun sex stuff." Or maybe Kavinsky just had opinions on what qualified under fun. He winced, just a little. At least he was a month out from being a bruised mess, anymore.