It takes Jesper longer to get up to his room--in part because he lingers in the booth, and another due to him having phantom pains in his leg thanks to Noah and this damn shot of Bond. He really doesn't know how Kaz manages, but more power to him on that count.

For his part, he really does just go to his room with the intent to sleep. What he doesn't expect is the near gut-punch of emotion that hits him out of nowhere as he's left staring at his ceiling. It feels like his chest is bursting, but it's almost pleasant in a way. It's a feeling he recognizes, one he's had on more than one occasion--and he can only guess what (or who) is responsible, and it certainly isn't the cracking spackle of his ceiling.

He manages to work up a feeling of annoyance, sharp and biting--he hopes it's enough for Kaz to get through whatever the hell this is. He's tempted to go see Wylan for good measure but decides better of it. He doesn't want to see Wylan because he's being petty--he deserves better than that. So instead he huffs, sends off a final wave of annoyance, and rolls over in an attempt for some sleep.