Noah is an irritating— or perhaps the better word is infuriating— person to deal with. He does things outside of Kaz’s comfort zone nearly constantly, but somehow manages to do it in a way that has yet to make him write the other boy off completely. Maybe it’s that he’s so obviously aware of what he’s done, and that Kaz might react adversely, end whatever thing he’s tried to start before it has a chance to truly begin. If asked, he’d be hard pressed to explain it all, exactly. He just knows he doesn’t mind it much.

He’s certain that once he’s given time to think it over, that fact, as obvious as it will be right now, might crawl under Jesper’s skin. But right now, at least, he seems sufficiently enough distracted.

‘Whatever you want’ is excessively open-ended and given the drugs. The booze. This place. Jesper’s recklessness. Noah’s little comment sends a tiny shock of panic at the idea. His eyebrows arch at the words.

And his expression smooths again at Jesper’s soft denial of the offer. A promise. No doubt to Wylan. He supposes Jesper told him as much as he told Inej: Everything.

Though it’s Jesper that Noah is touching, the feeling is reverberated into Kaz… somehow. He isn’t sure. It’s probably magic, and he wishes he understood the wide variety of things at play in Hell better than he does.

The tangle of their fingers reminds him of the room he’d stolen away to with Jesper, the incessantly curious way he could hardly stop touching him, because he just could, in that moment. He’d arguably done the same later with Noah. The kiss he’d shared with Inej.

He wants it to be that easy again. He’s not sure it’s possible.