"You say that like there aren't rich drop outs in LA or something," Kavinsky said with another exaggerated eye roll of his own. Then he paused a little bit, considered the last of it, really looked at her for a second.

"He's not gonna think we're fucking, is he? I mean, that's hilarious, but also. You've told him I'm a faggot, right?" He laughed about it. "That doesn't matter to the guys out there but I feel like that should probably matter to this kid, you know? I mean, it's none of his business, I think, since you're not his fucking property, you can fuck whoever you want. But I know some people are into the monogamy thing."

He was, ostensibly, these days. At least from his end of things. No trust in a boy with poor behaviors. Newt was a well behaved little mongrel that knew how to screw around on the side. Kavinsky made it messy with emotions, so he just didn't these days. No sense when he had a good deal at home.