Rather be that than the garbage disposal of a whole sci-fi Lord of the Flies post-radiation adventure, [kavinsky says, because he's the best friend a boy could have. and that's the best thing a boy could say under the circumstances, just in case, you know, murphy wasn't aware that his life was a non-stop party complete with murderous-looking tribal balloons.

but then again, kavinsky has always had a gift for pretending not to shy from the truth. it actually makes it easier to actually fuck the truth with a rusty chainsaw and run for the opposite direction so fast he fell flat on his face and died on said chainsaw, actually. for example: the melodrama of suicide was always preferable to the reality, that life is full of mundane disappointments and ordinary pain, and making it better only comes with agency, and agency requires responsibility. he hates responsibility. he just likes talking shit.

and-- murphy. he likes murphy too. enough to get his penis away and shut his fangs down when murphy changes his mind. enough to bring him to the temple. enough to spin through all those horrible fucking memories, because they're important to murphy. because it's important to murphy that he understand. even if he doesn't want to.]

If you're gonna throw up, can you lean the other way?