"Yeah, I know what that's like." Not just with Newt and Al, but Kavinsky had felt miserably overwhelmed by Prokopenko, and by the businessman in DC, and by Connor Walsh. Sometimes, so many times, sex was just sex and it was easy to remove himself from anything else there. But he shrugged just a little bit. "There's nothing wrong with a lack of context, dude. It's probably healthier for you or something. The shrink I went to, years ago, said it was weird that I started fucking at fourteen."