[kavinsky puffs his lips out at the other boy, fish-like, which is i guess what kavinsky thinks is baby-like because he. doesn't know any babies. which is definitely good for the babies and their parents.] Nothing to find, [he repeats. that takes him a minute, and then his eyes get slightly wider, dark eyebrows hiking up his forehead. it's with a gentle forefinger that he chucks murphy's chin-- at least, best he can while the other boy is chewing on the other parts of his hand.]

I dunno. You probably can't. Baby face would starve without a teat to suck on.

[gross. but wilfully gross? it smells pretty in here, and murphy's pretty when he's stoned and sad. well he's always pretty, but.] Grandparents? [he asks.] Forty-year-old adult brother from mom's previous marriage. I dunno. We could find 'em together. [his eyes flick unsteadily around murphy's face. earnest, unblinking sincerity would be too much, you see.] I'mma take your ass to Jersey some time. [once murphy's control has gotten better, he means, but doesn't say.]