Not a lot. I'm grocery shopping, [says kavinsky, rolling his cart to a stop. he settles his arms on top of the handlebar, his narrow shoulders stooping slightly, which makes him look relaxed.

he does not feel relaxed. daryl looks like a pitbull. he looks like the kind of pitbull that gives pitbulls a bad reputation. nobody wants to fight a pitbull, even if you actually like them as dogs and think people should stop knocking them around and mistreating them.] Do I know you from someplace? Sorry if that's a weird question, my memory's been in and out because of some meds.

[it's true. and for once, he doesn't merely ask if at some point in the past (kavinsky would be so lucky) they'd boned.]