It's a little bit his fault. Several things are, these days, if you ask Kaz, in fact.

His eyebrows arch slightly at that sudden declaration; he may be feeling everything Jesper is feeling at the moment, but he isn't used to that, and sorting through what any of it even means isn't as easy for him as it is for Noah, who's just used to doing that, all the time– Saints, isn't it exhausting?

This drug is heady in a way he doesn't really like at all; it's all intense sensation with no escape, which is sort of everything Kaz doesn't want.

"Saints," he mutters under his breath as Noah makes way to leave, shaking his head. He really might punch Noah one of these days, sooner than later.