[ The more time Derek spends here, the more he wonders if Kavinsky really gives a shit that it was him who showed up, or if he just - doesn't want to be by himself. He probably only reached out to Derek on a whim, and that's - fine, honestly, but it makes it harder for Derek to navigate this. He doesn't want to put all this time and energy into helping someone who doesn't want to be helped if, under all the almost-caring and short little bursts of empathy, that someone doesn't really care about him.

His go-to instinct is to take Kavinsky training, work out some of that grief on a few punching bags and iron shackles, but teaching him how to fight like a werewolf seems like a pretty fucking terrible idea. He racks his mind for things he knows Kavinsky likes, other than, like, drugs and getting his ass torn up, and there's only one thing that really comes to mind. ]

We're gonna fuck with your car.

[ Probably pointless, if Kavinsky's just going to blow it up in a few days, but Derek's made a decision. He's gonna get Kavinsky out of this room, if only for a little while. ]

Clean it, mod it. Tune it up. We're gonna be productive. Constructive. You're probably going to hate it.