He narrows his eyes at Noah, though he does not answer him. It would have been a risk of not agreeing, he understands why he skipped the informing part of this til it was over— chances are, Kaz might do the same over something. Doesn’t mean he will give Noah the satisfaction of the answer, though.

He meets Jesper’s gaze, and it’s subtle, but there is an appreciation there for the easy out. “It’s.. fine I—” but that sensation of fingers against his palm is distracting.

It’s a strange thing, this phantom touch that both is and isn’t real, simultaneously. His gaze drops down to his hand, frowning slightly. “…yes. It’s— ” he hesitates, grasping for the words. “faint, but still obvious.” And nothing like if Noah was touching him directly.