Jesper doesn't say a word while Kaz keeps fussing with the tie, over and over until the elastic has enough give to do more with it. He's no stranger to repetitive motions, the calm they can give when every other thing around can seem like overwhelming chaos. Or when the world strips something from you that you can't take back.
When Kaz's hands are put in front of him, he can't help the soft almost fond chuckle the image of a cat's cradle spread between his fingers draws out of him. It's a simple game, familiar enough to someone that needed simple things to keep occupied. So he sits up a bit and reaches for the center crossing strings to draw them to the outside.
From cradle to soldier's bed to candles.
A simple game that could be played with little communication, if you knew the person well enough to trust they knew the rules, the sequences, and could read your intent. All things he and Kaz had in spades at this point.
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Date: 2022-03-19 07:25 pm (UTC)When Kaz's hands are put in front of him, he can't help the soft almost fond chuckle the image of a cat's cradle spread between his fingers draws out of him. It's a simple game, familiar enough to someone that needed simple things to keep occupied. So he sits up a bit and reaches for the center crossing strings to draw them to the outside.
From cradle to soldier's bed to candles.
A simple game that could be played with little communication, if you knew the person well enough to trust they knew the rules, the sequences, and could read your intent. All things he and Kaz had in spades at this point.