[what is this bizarre nation called boring relationshipland. is it of this earth? kavinsky rolls his eyes about it, familiar enough with the concept anyway. it doesn't exactly surprise him. he had been, after all, a guest to dorian and toby's wedding, providing suitable gifts.

he doesn't like the k, but he doesn't comment on it. surface irritation. what's a mosquito bite when you're carrying a bullet in your guts.]

So when you say he thinks you're useless, you don't mean you wanna patch up and get in good. Right? [he shrugs his skinny shoulders, and clinks another brick of glass down. stoops to grasp another, pull it free and moving it over on the sand. he walks just within the edge of the flicker of lightning.] You mean you wanna destroy him. Except you like that Toby cunt, so not exactly.