"Yeah? Sure, I'm down." Poison leans to kiss Jack's cheek as they head out of the studio. He flips Kav off in passing, though it lacks real venom.

"Ugh, why is summer so hot," he whines as soon as they're outside. He'd had enough heat in the desert: he had not missed east coast style summers. "How's your day been?"

It feels almost easy to settle into something like domesticity, to ignore the cutting restlessness under his skin.