He made a thoughtful sound while considering that. "Sounds kind of lonely. Also like your family either really cared or were overbearing." He couldn't imagine his parents caring about him enough to even try to homeschool him--none of them could stand each other long enough for it to have worked out, anyway. His father had been the overbearing one, but then that had changed, and though Kavinsky had freedom in Henrietta, it wasn't enough. Not when he'd still had to go home to his mother every night, which was why, some nights, he hadn't. "Dunno what I'd do if I wasn't able to party. Getting into trouble keeps me sane." His tone might have been light and joking, but it didn't match the look in his eyes.

But then he laughed; he couldn't help it. "Yeah, like you're ancient. I've been to raves, but there aren't any clubs in the town I'm from." Or festivals, really, but the idea of them sounded nice.

The thought of making an innuendo didn't even cross his mind- well, not really. "Me too, though." Though maybe in a different way, or maybe not. Actions were easier than words most of the time. It was easier to show someone he cared with casual touches, or rough housing, or with a gentleness he usually didn't know how to express verbally--but also breaking someone's nose for crossing a line, to protect a friend. He might not have talked about how much the people close to him actually meant to him, as much as he should have, but he was comforted by the knowledge they would all bloody their knuckles for him.

He tensed at the question before he could stop himself, before he could school his expression into something unbothered instead of uneasy. Shrugging, he looked away for a moment. "I dunno. It was fine, I guess. Don't think I'm actually a hero, but-" but he wasn't sure how to bring it up, or even if he should, that he'd doubted everything the moment things had gotten real.