[Kavinsky stops taking part in the conversation and starts taking stock of the situation. Sam, conveniently, has him trapped. Kavinsky has no trouble walking away from men on solid ground, but hovering many feet above it leaves him with few options. He can either continue to argue his case, or he can do the one thing that sets meddling adults at ease.

Like kids, they're easier to work with when they think they have the upper-hand.]

Okay.

[Two syllables, but he estimates they'll calm Sam down from his frothing goodwill.]

I'm not a good boy. I do bad shit and you don't like it. But since we can't take a bro out roadtrip right now--see, we're in space? A spaceship? Okay. I'll think about what you're saying if you put me down.

[Such civil communication would have made any of Kavinsky's school counselors weep with joy--what a breakthrough! None of them, however, had the priviledge of sharing a Nest with a young man that revels in his ability to manipulate others through rule of cool.

Step one: never let anyone see you sweat and live to tell the tale.]