This night wasn't meant to be this...draining. But for the looks of it, it might turn into an early night for all of them.
Jesper, for his part, stays quiet, his gaze drifting between Noah and Kaz and trying to get a firm read on them both. He knew well enough that Noah was trying at whatever this help--therapy?--was meant to be for Kaz, but there was something more there, something he couldn't quite reach or touch on. It was a feeling he was getting used to when it came to Noah.
Kaz was, as ever, a bit of a mystery. He could still feel the resonance of the unease of memory dredged up by a mere touch, the overwhelming misery of it all. The echoes of it will be hard to shake--and he knows that it's going to have to be something they actually talk about outside of the haze of the club and Bond's influence. If he ever manages to pin Kaz down again long enough to make him talk after night, that is.
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Jesper, for his part, stays quiet, his gaze drifting between Noah and Kaz and trying to get a firm read on them both. He knew well enough that Noah was trying at whatever this help--therapy?--was meant to be for Kaz, but there was something more there, something he couldn't quite reach or touch on. It was a feeling he was getting used to when it came to Noah.
Kaz was, as ever, a bit of a mystery. He could still feel the resonance of the unease of memory dredged up by a mere touch, the overwhelming misery of it all. The echoes of it will be hard to shake--and he knows that it's going to have to be something they actually talk about outside of the haze of the club and Bond's influence. If he ever manages to pin Kaz down again long enough to make him talk after night, that is.