[the hand stays afloat for a long, exaggerated moment, as if kavinsky is really trying to give her a chance to turn this interaction around. not that she's obligated to, of course. he's generally awful, even when he isn't trying to be. after a conversationally awkward pause, he finally drops his hand, lets a shrug knife up through his skinny shoulders. his eyes crinkle into a smile.]

Hey, man, [he says.] I'm listening. I can tell you don't dig the anti-Semitism. Horns. No ears. I got it. Put the fuse on the tampon out.