Lent my bike to a guy who'd had his license for about two months. He wasn't even a bad rider on his little starter bike, but within twenty minutes he'd stalled it twice at a light and then cracked the fairing on a curb pulling into a gas station. Nothing dramatic, no injuries, just a slow tip-over because he wasn't used to the weight and the friction zone on a heavier clutch. Cost me a couple hundred bucks and an annoying week waiting on the part, and honestly the worst part was how bad he felt about it. Our friendship survived, but it changed the vibe for a while.
Here's what I tell people now: your instinct about those first few weeks is exactly right. A month on a 250 around town does not prepare someone for a bike with double the power, a grabby clutch, and more mass to catch when it starts going over. Parking lot drops don't happen at speed, they happen at walking pace when the rider is halfway between expecting one bike and sitting on another. That's the window where your friend lives right now. If you want to be a good friend about it, there's a middle option. Offer to take him somewhere quiet on a Sunday you're free, let him sit on it, maybe ride it around an empty lot with you watching. He gets the experiance he's curious about, you keep some control, and nobody's solo on a machine they've never touched while you're stuck at work unable to help. What I wouldn't do is hand over the keys while you're punching a clock. If he drops it with no one around, or worse, if he gets in over his head somewhere out of cell range, you're the one who signed off on it. And insurance can get weird when the rider isn't listed on the policy, which is a headache nobody talks about untill it happens. Telling him to save up for his own next bike isn't being a bad friend either. That's how most of us did it, and he'll appreciate the bigger machine more when it's actualy his.