A half-dozen potential positions flashed through Sol’s mind, every one of them perfectly possible — even enhanced — by Ky’s current circumstances. He didn’t vocalize them, but the knowledge might be apparent in his eyes, since he’d moved back around to meet Ky’s.

“I think I’m creative ‘nough to figure somethin’ out, if you want.”

Maybe want was the wrong word for him to use there, since this would be more about what Ky was willing to do than what he wanted.