[There aren't a lot of people that have seen him without that edge. It's still there somewhere, but right now, he's fucking tired.]
I'm dead at home. So. Kind of the only option, right?
[Kavinsky lolls his head to look at Derek as the bed dips under his weight. Has he ever told Derek that before? He doesn't think so, but let's face it, he's been killing brain cells for years so it's possible he did. He looks up at the ceiling again and pushes his fingers through his hair, gripping tight for a second before he lets his arms flop above his head.]
This place fucking sucks. We can't fucking go anywhere.
[He's run out of road. The only place he can really feel free is in his dreams, and he fucked that up, too. At least Derek didn't see him hurling up black bile or whatever in the middle of a sidewalk.]
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I'm dead at home. So. Kind of the only option, right?
[Kavinsky lolls his head to look at Derek as the bed dips under his weight. Has he ever told Derek that before? He doesn't think so, but let's face it, he's been killing brain cells for years so it's possible he did. He looks up at the ceiling again and pushes his fingers through his hair, gripping tight for a second before he lets his arms flop above his head.]
This place fucking sucks. We can't fucking go anywhere.
[He's run out of road. The only place he can really feel free is in his dreams, and he fucked that up, too. At least Derek didn't see him hurling up black bile or whatever in the middle of a sidewalk.]