He knows it's driving Jesper mad already, much the same way Kaz has already been through that part of this realization. How helpless it is. How useless. He just hasn't been able to box it up and put it away yet, which is why he hasn't left the suite. He wants to be able to put it aside when he does.
Kaz notices the movement from the edge of his vision, and he pauses in playing with the band, eyes following the other boy– up to his feet, coat set aside, slipping up under the sheets like he somehow belongs there.
It doesn't escape him this is the sort of thing that Jesper can offer him here, which never would have been dreamed of back home. It's jarring in a sense, especially with the idea of home dangled quite so closely at the moment. Out of reach, not somewhere they can go, but the rough shove back to the reality of how they don't belong here. Not that he's ever forgotten it, exactly, but a person can get used to anything with enough time. Adjustment and adaptability are two of Kaz's best capabilities, and eight months is plenty of time to let himself sink into a place.
He looks over at him for a second before he looks back at the tie in his hands and starts fussing with it. It takes a few minutes to loosen the elastic of it enough to make it work, but eventually, he does get a cat's cradle spread between his fingers. He draws his eyes back to the other boy and holds his hands out.
It's stupid. Utterly stupid, but he doesn't care. It's something Jordie used to do play with him when he was little. It's something that has no connection whatsoever to the situation at hand.
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Date: 2022-03-07 12:12 am (UTC)Kaz notices the movement from the edge of his vision, and he pauses in playing with the band, eyes following the other boy– up to his feet, coat set aside, slipping up under the sheets like he somehow belongs there.
It doesn't escape him this is the sort of thing that Jesper can offer him here, which never would have been dreamed of back home. It's jarring in a sense, especially with the idea of home dangled quite so closely at the moment. Out of reach, not somewhere they can go, but the rough shove back to the reality of how they don't belong here. Not that he's ever forgotten it, exactly, but a person can get used to anything with enough time. Adjustment and adaptability are two of Kaz's best capabilities, and eight months is plenty of time to let himself sink into a place.
He looks over at him for a second before he looks back at the tie in his hands and starts fussing with it. It takes a few minutes to loosen the elastic of it enough to make it work, but eventually, he does get a cat's cradle spread between his fingers. He draws his eyes back to the other boy and holds his hands out.
It's stupid. Utterly stupid, but he doesn't care. It's something Jordie used to do play with him when he was little. It's something that has no connection whatsoever to the situation at hand.