Maybe he could come up with an alternative. Cars might have trouble getting around here but there were options...though things like scooters were lame, even if some of them could be zippy. Skateboards were cool, but that was Skov's thing and while Kavinsky could dream one, he'd be useless beyond that.

You know- he'd never, not once, considered if his mother had bad taste in men. He hadn't...thought of her as anything like a good person who'd just made a bad decision. "She-" How did he put it delicately--something he was generally never concerned with. "I think they're perfect for each other, actually. You know, in that way where two horrendously shitty people deserve each other because no one else would put up with them, anyway."

He shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah, it's a shame. Can't even throw a good party, here."