Although there's something weird, still, about Jupiter pausing at this, he doesn't press it. He's relieved, actually. Which feels like cowardice. There's something in the pit of his stomach that makes him feel he should find the boy. But he's scared of what he'll find. So there's no protest. He shrugs, even. "He didn't seem much fun at parties."

He sits up a little, reaching his arm around her shoulders too. Lest she mistake this as sweet, though, he reaches into her thicket of hair and yanks. Gently. Kind of. "And I have other stuff to do anyway."