"Good." He nods a bit, glad to know they're seeing eye to eye on this one thing. It wouldn't do anyone any favors to be sharing such things.
He doesn't wait for a proper goodbye as he slides out of the booth and grabs his cane to push himself properly to his feet. He reaches to grab his hat and realizes, "Saints, he stole it." He mutters, rolling his eyes. "See you tomorrow, Jesper."
The leg doesn't get better on the walk back to his room, and by the time he gets there, it's throbbing lightly– though it may not feel light to someone not used to such things. He didn't think to warn Jesper about the wave that hits him every time he's in Inej's presence. It's this big, sweeping warm-bright thing that swarms into his chest like nobody's business the second he lays eyes on her. It will fade, as he gets ready for bed and sinks under blankets and hopes to Saints he doesn't believe in this is all gone by morning.
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He doesn't wait for a proper goodbye as he slides out of the booth and grabs his cane to push himself properly to his feet. He reaches to grab his hat and realizes, "Saints, he stole it." He mutters, rolling his eyes. "See you tomorrow, Jesper."
The leg doesn't get better on the walk back to his room, and by the time he gets there, it's throbbing lightly– though it may not feel light to someone not used to such things. He didn't think to warn Jesper about the wave that hits him every time he's in Inej's presence. It's this big, sweeping warm-bright thing that swarms into his chest like nobody's business the second he lays eyes on her. It will fade, as he gets ready for bed and sinks under blankets and hopes to Saints he doesn't believe in this is all gone by morning.