The thing with Jesper being the one to find him, to be the one barging in on whatever disaster Inej's disappearance might leave in its wake--And there would be a disaster, even if Kaz didn't wear the wreckage on his sleeve--is that Jesper knew Kaz. Despite the fact that Kaz didn't wallow or shed tears, he know the other would be feeling this for some time. The loss would leave a hole until Kaz sutured it enough that the frayed edges of his heart somehow managed to stay together.
And finding him in the bedroom, what had been her space, was evidence enough of that. The abandonment of his usual attire for the odd comforts of more "modern" clothing certainly didn't help Jesper think he was all right. A Kaz that had moved beyond it would be skulking about in the libraries, scheming their next move against the Order and Hell itself. Not laid up and twisting a tie about his fingers.
"Three days." Less than he thought, but still more than Jesper was comfortable knowing Kaz had spent alone. He slinks further into the room before settling onto the edge of the bed. "There's nothing to be done for it...And we know it means she's back home."
That damn well better be where she is, or Hell's higher-ups are going to have more to answer for.
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Date: 2022-03-05 08:11 pm (UTC)And finding him in the bedroom, what had been her space, was evidence enough of that. The abandonment of his usual attire for the odd comforts of more "modern" clothing certainly didn't help Jesper think he was all right. A Kaz that had moved beyond it would be skulking about in the libraries, scheming their next move against the Order and Hell itself. Not laid up and twisting a tie about his fingers.
"Three days." Less than he thought, but still more than Jesper was comfortable knowing Kaz had spent alone. He slinks further into the room before settling onto the edge of the bed. "There's nothing to be done for it...And we know it means she's back home."
That damn well better be where she is, or Hell's higher-ups are going to have more to answer for.