[ This isn't the energy he's come to expect, from Kavinsky. He's seen him down before, but there's always a dangerous edge to him when he's like that; there's always a level of manic chaos bubbling underneath the surface of the things he does, the things he says, and Derek doesn't really detect much of that here. Just a sad kid stuck in a room that needs to be aired out. It kind of throws him off, and he's not sure how to handle it. ]
So have I.
[ Derek's voice is as gentle as he knows how to make it. He steps further into the room and makes the slow, tentative decision to sit himself down on the foot of the bed, only a few inches away from Kavinsky. ]
I thought you liked being here. More than being at home, at least.
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So have I.
[ Derek's voice is as gentle as he knows how to make it. He steps further into the room and makes the slow, tentative decision to sit himself down on the foot of the bed, only a few inches away from Kavinsky. ]
I thought you liked being here. More than being at home, at least.