[in the meantime, kavinsky is working with a very different context. a context where he killed himself some years ago, got transported to a brave new land, and then that brave new land was quite recently summarily destroyed amid many natural disasters! now his ex has come back, looking peaky, and is giving him fresh shit. shit unrelated to the shit that characterized their disasterous not-relationship from before.]

What the fuck is wrong with you? [his eyebrows dig down. a not very friendly combination of hot irritation and cold disdain in kavinsky's face. if they didn't have bigger problems, kavinsky would be being a bigger problem, but he's determined to be at least a small problem right now. what else is a dream thief to do with this impotent rage?] What do you want me to call you instead? Weenie McFuckface? Another joke about how you like fucking your dogs. [he gestures at the apocalypse world around them.

trees poking out of cars, that kind of shit.] You don't think we got bigger issues than your fucking attitude right now? [asks the boy with the best attitude in the whole multiverse.]