"...is that what you're calling your dick now, 'smart ideas'? That seems presumptive as fuck, dude." Kavinsky grinned widely. "Have a little modesty here, man. C'mon. Jeez."

He let the joviality rest on them, because it seemed necessary, especially when Jack followed it up with that heavy worry. Kavinsky supposed he could say, again, that Jack would be there. But there was nothing for that, really. And Jack couldn't be all places at once, even back home.

"Hopefully her meds get worked out," Kavinsky said instead, "and everything works out for the best."