You could never give up the d, [kavinsky scoffs, accelerating the car. if he sounds very slightly actually wistful, that's because he kind of is. his life would similarly be less of a disaster if he could quit men. so much testosterone, so many repressed emotions, so much fucking gay drama, which he'd be shitty (shittier) about if he hasn't slowly come to realize that he is (gasp) part of the (i know) problem (i know).]

And fuck you, I'm as bisexual as you are. [he punches her in the arm, his other hand on the wheel. because that's the kind of friendship they have. the kind where, even after you trounce a girl at sparring and drive her to tears with her morbid defeat, you still punch her as you go driving.

but he also rolls down the window, and aims the car into a winding road through the forest.] Which one are you fucking fighting with, and why. The cocks, I mean.