[ Derek is mildly annoyed by Kavinsky's attitude, but no more than he ever is. He slips his hand around his waist and holds his lower back, keeping him pinned to his lap, half to keep him from leaving before he really thinks through what Derek is saying, and half just to stop him from falling backwards if he decides he doesn't care enough to stay steady. ]

Yeah.

[ He arches his eyebrows, looks at Kavinsky, gives him a long, hard stare. He's not an idiot - there's nobody in this city half as emotionally constipated as Derek Fucking Hale, of course he knows that - but that's not going to stop him from trying to do the right thing. ]

It could help. Talking. Distractions haven't helped in the past. Not long term. You always end up needing them again.