Kurt's one of those sacks who cares about everyone, [kavinsky says dismissively. two more drinks slide up on their table, fresh from the bar, and the baby vampire pushes one of them over to rafaello. he selects the other glass for himself, peering down at his own reflection in the surface. he kind of wants to go back to adoptive siblings screwing. he kind of wants to talk about kurt. he kind of wants to screw kurt.

he kind of wants to not want anything at all. but when will that ever happen for him?]

He doesn't know me like you do, [he says, finally. he bumps his cup into rafa's cup before rafa has even taken up his new beverage.] He's a nice kid, you know? Maybe not Shane-nice, but I think I'm worse than you, plenty of fucking ways. We're in dumb shit. Maybe by the time I'm five hundred, I'll get out of it.