Kavinsky doesn't say anything to that, because there really isn't anything to say. It's bullshit. The whole thing is bullshit.

"Oh, I jut happened to be there. Just like I have been all this fucking time. I'm there, Parrish. I'm there, I'm here, and it doesn't fucking matter." None of this matters and he knows it. He pushes himself up, rubbing at his nose. "Lets just fuckin'... order a pizza or some shit. Just hang out, whatever."