[ Derek could arrive at Kavinsky's place sooner than he does, if the anxiety about being called out wasn't so violently battling his need to be there. It's-- still complicated, for Derek, to give Kavinsky the support he can give him; for every dead nightmare, backseat fuck and shred of insight into how lonely Kavinsky is as a human being, there's the memory of Kavinsky hurting someone Derek cares about, or the memory of something sharp and toxic Kavinsky said, or the memory of Kavinsky doing something fucked up to him. Maybe he'll always go back and forth on this - maybe he'll never really be able to commit to how he feels about this kid. Maybe that's part of why whatever it is they are works.
The door's open, just like Kavinsky promised. Derek knocks on arrival and frowns when the door just creaks open without resistance, but he just - takes that as an invitation to come in. He steps inside and locks up behind him, searching Kavinsky out; it takes him a while to track him down, finding Kavinsky, finally, in his bedroom, and Derek hesitates before heading in. ]
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The door's open, just like Kavinsky promised. Derek knocks on arrival and frowns when the door just creaks open without resistance, but he just - takes that as an invitation to come in. He steps inside and locks up behind him, searching Kavinsky out; it takes him a while to track him down, finding Kavinsky, finally, in his bedroom, and Derek hesitates before heading in. ]
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