[Kavinsky isn't a fucking werewolf, though. Something in him goes dull when Derek asks about that name. That boy. Kavinsky rubs his hand along his face and he tries to remember if he's ever spoken this name out loud to Derek before.]
Prokopenko. He was my friend.
[If he thinks too long and too hard, he might call Prokopenko his only friend. He had his boys, but he kind of collected them because Proko had them first. And for as long as Kavinsky has been here, he's missed that stupid boy like a limb. Like some essential organ. He noticed its absence every time he opened his eyes.
And he's been tempted, so many times, to bring him back here like he did in Henrietta. Just to feel him again.]
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Prokopenko. He was my friend.
[If he thinks too long and too hard, he might call Prokopenko his only friend. He had his boys, but he kind of collected them because Proko had them first. And for as long as Kavinsky has been here, he's missed that stupid boy like a limb. Like some essential organ. He noticed its absence every time he opened his eyes.
And he's been tempted, so many times, to bring him back here like he did in Henrietta. Just to feel him again.]