"Yeah. They're the best friends I could ask for." And he missed them like a lung. He missed talking dream shit with Proko or existing in the same space. He missed Jiang talking about photography or art or what tattoo he wanted to get next. He missed Skov rambling about skateboarding. He even missed Swan teasing him. "People call 'em my pack of dogs, like that's a bad thing." Like they were supposed to find it insulting.

"Mmm." Did saving Ronan's life count as an over the top thing to impress him? Maybe the exact method of it, but the actual event...he couldn't have just done nothing, he couldn't have not gone back to check on him. "I dunno. Gave someone a car. Wish I could say he'd been impressed, but-" But he apparently hadn't figured out yet what it took to impress Ronan.

There was something nice about Ash holding his hand, and Kavinsky hadn't fully realized before that such simple physical contact could make him feel so warm. "That's not a bad analogy, actually," he said, after he'd settled into the booth. "And I guess interrogation doesn't always have to be as intense as TV makes it out to be." Someone didn't have to be strapped to a chair and threatened. People could be pumped for information without them even realizing they were giving up shit they shouldn't.