Kavinsky couldn't help but laugh. "You only say that 'cause you've never heard me describe someone I'm into. But yeah, cars are sexy." There was an appeal to them, to the aesthetic and the power and the ability to just go wherever the fuck he wanted. He hoped still, that some day 'wherever the fuck he wanted' would take him far from Henrietta.

"I wanna road trip sometime, this summer or after graduation. Bring my boys with me." He wasn't a big fan of 'the middle of nowhere' honestly, but he thought it would be more bearable if it wasn't Henrietta. Some place with a stretch of highway where they could race, just for fun, because they could. "Wouldn't even mind dealing with some shitty cheap motel."

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a slide, and while he wasn't particularly interested, he couldn't deny that swings were still pretty great. "I feel like people put too much pressure on being a 'grown up' anyway, like- the fuck does it even mean? Put on a suit and tie and fucking forget everything you used to love?" But at the same time, he didn't really remember what being a kid was like, or if he'd ever really been a kid.