[to be honest, kavinsky is perfectly aware that his advice is likely not going to be taken. it makes him feel better anyway, putting a bit more aggression out in the world. he's always been like that. it makes him feel better because he thinks it will, more than any actual benefit to himself. nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around! or breaking shit!]

You're lying, [he says, after a moment.] But it's okay. I like lying too. Why my own fucking life is such a Goddamn success.

[he puts his foot on the gas again, accelerating into the dark. trees whipping past. they're going too fast, it wouldn't be safe if he weren't a vampire; it might not be safe even though he is.] You want I should text them for you? It's what you think, right? The fuck do you owe them.