[ Jesse wonders if she knows. About him and Kavinsky. He doubts it. She would've said something, surely. He lowers his eyes to the photograph again and and breathes in a ruminating sigh, then slowly reaches the photo back down to the drawer, where he gently slips it back in. The picture disappears from view as he pushes the drawer shut. He doesn't know what to think about the fact that he had a thing - an actual thing - with a guy. A kid, too. A family, by the look of the photo. It makes him both nauseated and homesick. Makes him think of Andrea and Brock and, god, they'd become like his family. He misses them both so much. ]
Why? [ Attention back on Daisy. He's genuinely curious; he truly doesn't know Kavinsky outside of what the kid had told him, and given the kid seems to worship the sun shining out of Chilton's ass... Maybe there's something he should be on guard about with this kid. ] What d'you know about him?
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Why? [ Attention back on Daisy. He's genuinely curious; he truly doesn't know Kavinsky outside of what the kid had told him, and given the kid seems to worship the sun shining out of Chilton's ass... Maybe there's something he should be on guard about with this kid. ] What d'you know about him?