Kavinsky wanted noted, but didn't say, that he was not encouraging full radio silence. Just a respectful, healthy distance to think about what had happened the night before. But if he was honest--and he rather liked to be, despite what everyone thought--it was exactly what he'd done with Newt. Minus instantly diving into a bottle of alcohol and as many pills as he could stand.

"Watch my dumb European singing show," Kavinsky said, snatching up Jack's phone and holding onto it himself so that Jack couldn't sneak a glance at it. "Do you have--fuck, I dunno. Questions or shit? I am mostly a good field of that shit, I have a lot of experience. Like. A lot."