Kavinsky frowned in a way that might have wanted to be a sneer at some point in its life. He'd fucked plenty of guys like that. He'd spent a lot of time thinking that was the only type of guy that he was worth, or that was worthy of him. People had made him believe it, too.

"Why stick around with someone that treats you like that?" It was Newt speaking through him, maybe, a concern for the way that Kavinsky sometimes liked to idolize men that thought he was garbage despite that it made him slide back into poor behavior. Advising someone else was easier than taking the advice himself.