"With you? Yeah. I'm nosy as hell. And no. Neither of them have said much at all to me about your secrets." He opened his mouth to get really nosy, then shut it. Maybe another time.

Steve pointed at random things as Kavinsky rummaged through his kitchen, almost caring about what the guy would eat, but not enough to take over and cook. He liked hanging off Kavinsky's shoulder and listening to him talk. Besides, there was definitely something wrong with the guy. He didn't want to make it worse.

"Ok, so how does it work? You just go to sleep and wake up holding whatever you wanted?"