[kavinsky is as stiff as a board in the half-circle of the other boy's arm. porcupine prickly. but he doesn't shove the boy off, or flail about, cuss anymore. for a moment, movement and noise desert him. it's a rather strange moment; uncharacteristic for him. makes him easier for nico to be with, maybe. in that moment, he's more like the ordinary dead than the aggravating little bastard that nico befriended once upon cuddletown.]

Well, the world fucking ended. That fucking sucked.

[it's a pretty level answer, as reasons go. it's also not the entire truth, but kavinsky doesn't know himself all that well.] This place fucking sucks. Pandemonium's gone. Raf doesn't have his bar. The air smells too Goddamn clean and Eudio already hurt my lungs with its peace, love, and friendship gas. [he twists nico's shirt in his tattooed hands, restless and aimless.] You worry about Vex's candyass more than you worry about me. Them's the fucking facts. Don't piss around about it, man. Vex is easy to like. I'm not gonna sit here and pretend he ain't.