"The point is so I don't walk into it and have a bomb dropped on me, but here we are." This was turning into a proper row now. The only difference is that they weren't in a hotel room crowded with friends and fellow hideaways with his father down the hall, nor were they in the dimly lit rooms of the Slat or the noisy parlors of the Crow Club. There was nothing to stop this, to stop them if it came to blows or harsh words.
Maybe that's how things had to be. Nothing to hold them back until the truth of it all was laid bare at their feet.
"That's rich." He hisses, hackles raised, and seconds away from standing from the couch. "You think I don't blame myself? That I don't carry the weight of it? I may not admit it to you, but it's not like I'm falling asleep every night like some lullabied babe. It's not like I don't have ghosts, or the shadow of your damn face as you pulled the trigger swimming around in my head."
Sometimes, that's all there is. Especially for the two of them. No other way but through, in the most brutal of ways.
"You come in here and you ask me to do the worst thing you could have possibly asked. And you knew I'd say yes. You knew when it came down to it, we both knew there was no way Wylan was going to be able to put a fucking bullet in you, you knew it would be me, you knew I would do it. And you asked anyway." Though the emotion is definitely present on the inside, he could feel it all threatening to choke the air from his lungs inside the cage of his chest, but he's stubborn, and he's really good at keep his face neutral, despite everything else.
He nods, but the agreement isn't in it, it's something almost mocking. "You remember my face? Yeah. I remember yours too. I remember the light going out in your eyes. Everyone says people come back here, but how could we trust that, staring at your corpse?" He points at Jesper, "But you know what you don't remember? Is Wylan barely making it five feet away from where we were before he collapsed. The look on him for losing you. You can ask Inej how well I handled it after it was over."
"You're the only one I could trust to--To do what needed to be done." The fight's still there, simmering under the surface and ready to come bubbling up again, but it's gone from his voice. Where there was anger and frustration is now a hollow, choked sound. He wasn't there to see the aftermath, but he knew it existed--he didn't need it thrust in his face.
But that was Kaz too, cutting deep with words and actions alike.
"You think I wanted to waltz up here and put a gun in your hand--or in Wylan's? If you hadn't been there, he would have had to make that choice, same as you, or he would have been one of--" He can't even think of it. "I asked hoping you lot wouldn't get close, that it would have been a precaution only. I never wanted it to come to that, Kaz."
"Yeah, I know. It's what I do." But his words are a quiet mumble compared to all the others before it. He doesn't like how much it bothers him; it's no different than anything he's done before. Cleaner, really. More concise. Simple.
And yet it was none of those things because it was Jesper and that trumped everything else. All the other, messier deaths that had happened at his hands were nobodies to him. Jesper was much more than that.
"But it did." His voice is still quiet, which might be worse than the sharp snaps of moments ago. He doesn't trust his voice not to waver if he's much louder. "And you're back now, but... it doesn't change that it happened, does it? Still gotta live with it, don't we?" And that was the part that was always the hardest of it all, wasn't it?
"I trusted you to be able to take care of them--that's what you do. You look after us...Wish you'd let us look after you, too." At the end of the day that's what it all boiled down to. Kaz was someone they could rely on, believe in. And he believed in them all the same, but he never really let them take the weight off his shoulders either.
Jesper sinks back into the couch, a weariness settling into his very bones. They could still fight it out--depending on how things progressed another argument or a true match of blows could still arise, but for now, it was nothing more than a dull simmer. Something that always underlined their disagreements.
"That's the hardest part, learning to live with it and move past it...If it's something we can move past." But that part, that part was in Kaz's hands. Jesper was willing to put the work in, but Kaz had to be willing to not bury it completely too.
"You're not supposed to have to." It's a mumbled mess of an admission, but it's there, which is probably further than they've gotten in any of these rows before. But it's how he feels– he's the leader of this crew, he's meant to take care of his people, and he shouldn't need picked up, should be able to shoulder it alone.
He doesn't like the way Jesper just sort of deflates. Like he's accepting defeat. That's as far as he'll get, may as well deal with it. He doesn't know how to put the concept of why he doesn't like it into words, though.
But how? How do you get past something like that? He wants to, more than he knows how to say, but he can't see the way out of it. He debates what words come next, he isn't sure where to go from here, exactly.
There's a similarity in the feeling, now, to the way he feels when Noah keeps pressing an issue. To get that rise of emotion out of him to be able to see what he's really dealing with under it all. In a way, that's what makes it easier with Noah. It may be an internal pressure he puts on himself, but Kaz feels a bit pressed against the wall when it comes to Noah. He knows half the story, what good does it do to lie about it?
The difference, of course, is... Jesper doesn't know those things. He doesn't have that half of the playbook that Noah does. That makes it harder for the other boy, but in its own way, it makes it harder for Kaz, too. He has no external reason that pushes him to just come out with it the way knowing all those things about Noah does.
"At night... I dream of The Reaper's Barge." Not surprising, everything considered. But. "But now... it varies. Sometimes... it's the memory of being young and waking up there, Jordie and...all the others. But sometimes, now, I'm not young anymore... and you're there instead." Maybe it isn't a huge revelation. Is it really so hard to assume that his nightmares would twist the experience in such a way? Probably not. But Kaz admitting it? Out loud? That's practically enough for a celebration on its own.
"Ever think that maybe it's a matter of wanting to? You're not just our boss, Kaz. We all care about you." In their own ways, he knew that was true. Some of them, himself and Inej, had a closer tie and more reasons to care. But Jesper also knew that every member of their little crew, of those that traversed to Fjerda and back, had a faith in Kaz and counted him as more than a leader.
The admittance, the mention of the Reaper's Barge draws his attention. His eyes flicker over Kaz's face, and for once he's still and quiet. It makes sense, the change. Between the horrors of the hospital and the truths that came out of it, and the death Jesper had inadvertently placed directly in his hands--the connection isn't a hard one to make.
"There's no Reaper's Barge here, Kaz." Not that the fact is hard to miss, or that it will help at all. "And neither of those deaths, Jordie's or my own, are your fault. Mine--I asked you, and if you hadn't I could have, would have, come for you and Wylan." He knows Kaz knows this, either expressly or deep down he must know that. But knowing and accepting are always two sides of the same coin and they never quite meet.
"I want to help you, but I don't know how." An admittance of his own. He's stood by Kaz through Hell and high-water and then some, but he hasn't always been able to help. There was always something out of reach, something he can't quite touch.
He doesn't have a good answer for that, and he just lets his eyes drop in response. He's right, he knows he is, but that doesn't make him want to protect them from it all anyway.
"Dreams are fickle, they don't care about logic or reality... I'm not sure anything could stop that." He frowns slightly. "But I don't know... sort of what showing up here in the first place felt like." He can't suppress the shudder at the memory of it– all those long, skeletal, dead fingers clawing at every available part of him. "No... his wasn't. Yours was... whether you asked for it or not, I still did it... your blood's always gonna be on my hands now, Jesper."
He frowns slightly and stares, again, at the space on the couch between them before he looks back up at him. "I don't know...just...don't stop?" Don't stop pushing. Don't stop trying. Don't stop coming back.
"My blood's on my own hands. It wouldn't be on yours if I didn't ask; if I didn't put the gun in your hands. I can't stop you from feeling like it's different, but that's how I see it. Just to set the record straight." He knows he's not going to take that weight off Kaz's shoulders, that it's the guilt he'll likely hold on to regardless of what Jesper says. But he at least deserved to know that blame will never come from Jesper himself.
It's the request that stuns him, that leaves a stretch of silence laying between them as he considers what all that asks.
It's a weight and request he'd take on every time.
"Hey..." His voice is quiet, almost soft. "I won't, you know that. After everything? I'm not going to just walk out and give up on you."
"Then... maybe it will just be a weight we share." Because he can't let go of that guilt, he doesn't know how to, but isn't that what Jesper was saying before? Let us take care of you, too. Maybe this counts for that.
The silence is... strange, and a little unlike Jesper, but it's the consideration of everything those words mean.
"I don't know that I know it, so much as... I expect it? It's an assumption, it's...so easily taken for granted. But it's not really certain, is it?" He glances back over at him. "I mean– everyone has limits and you're all well in rights to get sick of it." To get sick of me, he means, but he can't be that pathetic out loud. But it's something he's worried about often, especially with Jesper and Inej. Losing them to his own inability to be better than he is.
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"...I think that I can live with." It's not ideal, it's not what Jesper wants. But it is a step in the right direction with what he asked for from Kaz. To let them help him carry the weight once in a while--best to start with one they both felt they had the responsibility to bear.
Jesper sighs, more of a huff really. "I'm not giving up on you. I'm not going to just get 'sick of it' either." This--this was going to be a bit of a fight to get Kaz to realize too, he knows that. There had to be a reason Kaz held on to things so tightly, felt he couldn't burden them with anything. "You're stuck with me, thick and thin--We're friends, Kaz. Hell, closer than that. You're made if you think there's anything that's going to get me to walk out that door and not come back."
He nods a little, and decides to leave it at that. There isn't anything else to say on the matter– for real, this time.
There are equal parts incredulity and conviction in his voice that are just so incredibly Jesper in a way Kaz wouldn't be able to explain if he were asked to. But it's a comfort in itself, just to hear that certainty behind his words. Though he doesn't doubt Jesper's loyalty, some part of Kaz still wonders if it's true. Not in a way that implies the other boy is lying, but maybe his limits just haven't been pushed yet. Kaz doesn't want to find out how much it takes to push til it breaks.
"Good," he nods slowly. "s'all I want." Just don't leave him.
Jesper hums, pleased that they had come to some kind of accord. Or at least as much of one as they could on these issues. A comfortable silence stretches between them, a gentle hush after the row that had started this mess.
But quiet never lasts long in the presence of Jesper. And there was another matter he had come here to discuss.
He lets the quiet sit though, at least for a moment. A passing beat of peace. But even that's an illusion, broken by the tapping of his fingers against his knees before he speaks up. "So," He breathes out, the single syllable drawn on the vowel. "About that picture I sent...and your whole not-being-bothered-by-it?"
If he can put up with Kaz's shit, the opposite must be true for all he puts the other boy through.
The silence is a comfortable, companionable thing. A piece of solace after the heaviness of the conversation before it. Kaz knows that this is far from over, this is something they have to work on over time, but there is a comfort to be found in knowing they've managed to get some sort of even footing between them again. Imbalances with Jesper always feel very wrong.
Of course the silence couldn't last. He wouldn't expect it to, not with Jesper. He notes the idle, restless taps of his fingers and wonders what else could possibly be making him quite so anxious. Wasn't what they just talked about the heart of–
Oh.
The absolute whiplash change of conversation is jarring. He blinks and then a small frown etches across his features. "Saints, Jesper," he mutters under his breath, one hand bracing across his eyes.
Kaz's reaction is enough to break the lingering tension. The tension of the previous conversation. The tension that hung on a thread waiting for this topic to come up. The exasperation at the utter lack of a tactful segue has Jesper snickering--and then all-out laughing.
"Sorry Kaz, but that is why I'm here in the first place." He says between laughter. Was he actually sorry about any of it? Absolutely not.
"I...don't know what you expect me to say." His words are a little harsh, but in a strained way more than anything truly severe or angry at all.
Flustered is not a state of being that Kaz is very familiar with, but he can't deny that's what everything about this particular topic of conversation is making him feel. "I'm not sure why this... is somehow groundbreaking enough to require an entire confrontation."
Oh. Unless his eyes were fooling him, something about this mess had Kaz--Bastard of the Barrel, Dirtyhands, Demjin--Brekker flustered. That's new.. He shouldn't be taking a cheap thrill out of this, but it wasn't often that Kaz was anything more than a stoic and commanding figure. He'd take what joys he could.
"An entire conversation." Jesper starts, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and an amused tone in his voice as he comes more into Kaz's space. There's a hint of a grin, parts devilish and parts bordering on flirtatious. He's starting to tread a line here, but what's a bit of fun without hedging one's bets? "We're having a conversation, not a confrontation, Kaz. Call it curiosity. You said you weren't bothered, figured it would have been something to raise your hackles..."
A shrug, a beat--two, three, four--and then Jesper is leaning back in his seat again, all ease. The grin was still spread across his lips, self-satisfied in the moment.
"Whatever you want to call it," he all-but snaps, unconsciously trying to lean back when Jesper leans further toward him, but... there's the back of the couch in the way, and he can't actually put any further distance there. He just sort of has to... deal with it, until Jesper decides to stop being a brat.
There's a sudden breath in his lungs when he does, inevitably, move away again. He has to wonder if that was on purpose. Probably, knowing Jesper. He doesn't like that stupid, smug grin on his face, either. "Oh, give me a break, Jesper." His face scrunches up a bit in something half-annoyed, half... something not quite nameable. "I may not be as experienced as you," his eyebrows lift. "But I'm not a prude. And you don't have anything I haven't seen before."
"Why does there have to be some sort of...revelation attached to it? It doesn't bother me... the same way it doesn't bother me when Noah flirts with me. It just...doesn't." He's never bothered thinking any further than that little bit on the surface, truthfully.
"Didn't suggest you were a prude." Because really, one cannot live in the Barrel and be a prude. It wasn't possible. They'd die of shock first. "But--and this may come as a shock to you--" Hardly, but the banal tone in Jesper's voice suggested exasperation, and perhaps that Kaz was being more than a little obtuse. "Most people would, at the very least, be a bit more put out about seeing their friend's dick."
If only for the set of events that led to said dick-sighting. There was, after all, a reason he had worried at Kaz's potential reaction--for a moment, he had expected something more along the lines of normal and expected. He had forgotten that those two words did not quite run synonymous with Kaz Brekker.
"You are honestly telling me you don't wonder at it? Why the flirtation doesn't quite bother you--Given certain circumstances," Kaz's issue with touch is what immediately springs to mind, "I'd have thought it would give you more...pause."
Jesper's worry was, honestly, absolutely warranted– Kaz could be a powder-keg at the worst moments, and sometimes it was hard to tell what might set him alight. And though he doesn't see it, Jesper is equally in his rights to be confused by his lack of reaction.
"Wonder at what?" He seems genuinely confused by that particular line of questioning. He scoffs a little at the implication. "Why should it? It's a picture and some words... there's not actual intention of anything. You never intended for me to be the one that ended up with it. And Noah– I don't know. I think he's just like that, with everyone."
"Saints." Jesper has to laugh. Because of course, Kaz never bothered to look deeper at it, and of course he wouldn't be the type to wonder at why he had Noah's attention in the first place. Obtuse. "First off. Noah isn't just like that with everyone. The list is fairly short from what I've seen."
And he had made it a habit to make note of it before he and Noah tripped into whatever this budding friendship of theirs was. Jealousy made people do odd things--like keeping tabs on a certain ghost that had a knack for getting a human safe to open up with what seemed to be very little effort.
"Point being, you can't just explain that all away. Because even though I didn't intend for you to end up with it, the intention of that kind of thing is pretty obvious and you--what, just shrug it off? Not buying it."
A frown flickers curiously across his face at the comment about Noah, but... maybe he's right. Kaz can't say he's seen Noah around very many people that weren't in one or the other of their respective groups, honestly. As population samples go, it's a pretty small one, and probably makes for heavily skewed assumptions.
"I think I just did." He points out, lifting his eyebrows in some sort of challenge. "Why wouldn't I shrug it off?"
He sighs, exasperated, as one often is when dealing with Jesper in his personal, vast experience of it, thanks. "Jesper... I don't know what you think you know, or... what you're looking for, here."
"Let's pretend for a second that you have more than a speck of standard social skills." Jesper huffs. He's used to Kaz being an idiot in these matters, or at the very least, less observational than he is with other things. But this was bordering on ridiculous. "Why would someone flirt with another person, Kaz?"
If he didn't make the connection himself, Jesper might strangle him.
"And once again, usually, people wouldn't just shrug it off. For all the Saints..." Or maybe he could just die here from exasperation. Honestly, Hell should get rid of some of his sins for dealing with this. Patience was a Virtue and he was showing it in spades right now.
His eyebrows arch again at that, almost a warning– he's inching closer to being on an edge he might not want to be on. He almost says something, then pauses and stares at him. There is really only one answer to that question, and if nothing else, watching Jesper through the years makes the answer quite obvious: Attraction. But...
"Okay...but.." He scoffs and shakes his head. "Jesper, even if he was attracted to me," And though the phrasing makes it sound like he doubts it, hasn't Noah pretty much said as much to him? What point is there in denying it, other than Kaz can't wrap his mind around the idea. "nothing's going to come of it."
A beat.
"Same as the picture. Nothing was ever going to actually be followed through with it... so what, exactly, is it you think I should be doing about it? Mostly... it sounds like I didn't act like you expected and now you've decided somehow it was...wrong?" The last word doesn't even feel right, exactly, but it's the best he's got for now. There's a curious squint to his eyes, though. He is actually trying to understand this, but whatever Jesper finds obvious, Kaz clearly does not.
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Date: 2021-10-10 08:54 pm (UTC)Maybe that's how things had to be. Nothing to hold them back until the truth of it all was laid bare at their feet.
"That's rich." He hisses, hackles raised, and seconds away from standing from the couch. "You think I don't blame myself? That I don't carry the weight of it? I may not admit it to you, but it's not like I'm falling asleep every night like some lullabied babe. It's not like I don't have ghosts, or the shadow of your damn face as you pulled the trigger swimming around in my head."
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Date: 2021-10-10 09:13 pm (UTC)"You come in here and you ask me to do the worst thing you could have possibly asked. And you knew I'd say yes. You knew when it came down to it, we both knew there was no way Wylan was going to be able to put a fucking bullet in you, you knew it would be me, you knew I would do it. And you asked anyway." Though the emotion is definitely present on the inside, he could feel it all threatening to choke the air from his lungs inside the cage of his chest, but he's stubborn, and he's really good at keep his face neutral, despite everything else.
He nods, but the agreement isn't in it, it's something almost mocking. "You remember my face? Yeah. I remember yours too. I remember the light going out in your eyes. Everyone says people come back here, but how could we trust that, staring at your corpse?" He points at Jesper, "But you know what you don't remember? Is Wylan barely making it five feet away from where we were before he collapsed. The look on him for losing you. You can ask Inej how well I handled it after it was over."
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Date: 2021-10-10 09:22 pm (UTC)But that was Kaz too, cutting deep with words and actions alike.
"You think I wanted to waltz up here and put a gun in your hand--or in Wylan's? If you hadn't been there, he would have had to make that choice, same as you, or he would have been one of--" He can't even think of it. "I asked hoping you lot wouldn't get close, that it would have been a precaution only. I never wanted it to come to that, Kaz."
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Date: 2021-10-10 09:32 pm (UTC)And yet it was none of those things because it was Jesper and that trumped everything else. All the other, messier deaths that had happened at his hands were nobodies to him. Jesper was much more than that.
"But it did." His voice is still quiet, which might be worse than the sharp snaps of moments ago. He doesn't trust his voice not to waver if he's much louder. "And you're back now, but... it doesn't change that it happened, does it? Still gotta live with it, don't we?" And that was the part that was always the hardest of it all, wasn't it?
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Date: 2021-10-10 09:46 pm (UTC)Jesper sinks back into the couch, a weariness settling into his very bones. They could still fight it out--depending on how things progressed another argument or a true match of blows could still arise, but for now, it was nothing more than a dull simmer. Something that always underlined their disagreements.
"That's the hardest part, learning to live with it and move past it...If it's something we can move past." But that part, that part was in Kaz's hands. Jesper was willing to put the work in, but Kaz had to be willing to not bury it completely too.
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Date: 2021-10-10 10:15 pm (UTC)He doesn't like the way Jesper just sort of deflates. Like he's accepting defeat. That's as far as he'll get, may as well deal with it. He doesn't know how to put the concept of why he doesn't like it into words, though.
But how? How do you get past something like that? He wants to, more than he knows how to say, but he can't see the way out of it. He debates what words come next, he isn't sure where to go from here, exactly.
There's a similarity in the feeling, now, to the way he feels when Noah keeps pressing an issue. To get that rise of emotion out of him to be able to see what he's really dealing with under it all. In a way, that's what makes it easier with Noah. It may be an internal pressure he puts on himself, but Kaz feels a bit pressed against the wall when it comes to Noah. He knows half the story, what good does it do to lie about it?
The difference, of course, is... Jesper doesn't know those things. He doesn't have that half of the playbook that Noah does. That makes it harder for the other boy, but in its own way, it makes it harder for Kaz, too. He has no external reason that pushes him to just come out with it the way knowing all those things about Noah does.
"At night... I dream of The Reaper's Barge." Not surprising, everything considered. But. "But now... it varies. Sometimes... it's the memory of being young and waking up there, Jordie and...all the others. But sometimes, now, I'm not young anymore... and you're there instead." Maybe it isn't a huge revelation. Is it really so hard to assume that his nightmares would twist the experience in such a way? Probably not. But Kaz admitting it? Out loud? That's practically enough for a celebration on its own.
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Date: 2021-10-10 10:25 pm (UTC)The admittance, the mention of the Reaper's Barge draws his attention. His eyes flicker over Kaz's face, and for once he's still and quiet. It makes sense, the change. Between the horrors of the hospital and the truths that came out of it, and the death Jesper had inadvertently placed directly in his hands--the connection isn't a hard one to make.
"There's no Reaper's Barge here, Kaz." Not that the fact is hard to miss, or that it will help at all. "And neither of those deaths, Jordie's or my own, are your fault. Mine--I asked you, and if you hadn't I could have, would have, come for you and Wylan." He knows Kaz knows this, either expressly or deep down he must know that. But knowing and accepting are always two sides of the same coin and they never quite meet.
"I want to help you, but I don't know how." An admittance of his own. He's stood by Kaz through Hell and high-water and then some, but he hasn't always been able to help. There was always something out of reach, something he can't quite touch.
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Date: 2021-10-10 10:40 pm (UTC)"Dreams are fickle, they don't care about logic or reality... I'm not sure anything could stop that." He frowns slightly. "But I don't know... sort of what showing up here in the first place felt like." He can't suppress the shudder at the memory of it– all those long, skeletal, dead fingers clawing at every available part of him. "No... his wasn't. Yours was... whether you asked for it or not, I still did it... your blood's always gonna be on my hands now, Jesper."
He frowns slightly and stares, again, at the space on the couch between them before he looks back up at him. "I don't know...just...don't stop?" Don't stop pushing. Don't stop trying. Don't stop coming back.
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Date: 2021-10-10 10:52 pm (UTC)It's the request that stuns him, that leaves a stretch of silence laying between them as he considers what all that asks.
It's a weight and request he'd take on every time.
"Hey..." His voice is quiet, almost soft. "I won't, you know that. After everything? I'm not going to just walk out and give up on you."
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Date: 2021-10-10 11:11 pm (UTC)The silence is... strange, and a little unlike Jesper, but it's the consideration of everything those words mean.
"I don't know that I know it, so much as... I expect it? It's an assumption, it's...so easily taken for granted. But it's not really certain, is it?" He glances back over at him. "I mean– everyone has limits and you're all well in rights to get sick of it." To get sick of me, he means, but he can't be that pathetic out loud. But it's something he's worried about often, especially with Jesper and Inej. Losing them to his own inability to be better than he is.
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Date: 2021-10-10 11:34 pm (UTC)Jesper sighs, more of a huff really. "I'm not giving up on you. I'm not going to just get 'sick of it' either." This--this was going to be a bit of a fight to get Kaz to realize too, he knows that. There had to be a reason Kaz held on to things so tightly, felt he couldn't burden them with anything. "You're stuck with me, thick and thin--We're friends, Kaz. Hell, closer than that. You're made if you think there's anything that's going to get me to walk out that door and not come back."
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Date: 2021-10-10 11:53 pm (UTC)There are equal parts incredulity and conviction in his voice that are just so incredibly Jesper in a way Kaz wouldn't be able to explain if he were asked to. But it's a comfort in itself, just to hear that certainty behind his words. Though he doesn't doubt Jesper's loyalty, some part of Kaz still wonders if it's true. Not in a way that implies the other boy is lying, but maybe his limits just haven't been pushed yet. Kaz doesn't want to find out how much it takes to push til it breaks.
"Good," he nods slowly. "s'all I want." Just don't leave him.
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Date: 2021-10-11 12:04 am (UTC)But quiet never lasts long in the presence of Jesper. And there was another matter he had come here to discuss.
He lets the quiet sit though, at least for a moment. A passing beat of peace. But even that's an illusion, broken by the tapping of his fingers against his knees before he speaks up. "So," He breathes out, the single syllable drawn on the vowel. "About that picture I sent...and your whole not-being-bothered-by-it?"
If he can put up with Kaz's shit, the opposite must be true for all he puts the other boy through.
Result of a Butt Dial? Nosy Raven. Carry on.
Date: 2021-10-11 12:42 am (UTC)Noah answers his phone but what he finds on the other end is not a conversation meant for him.
Or was it?
No probably not. This group didn’t know what a washing machine was it wouldn’t be hard to accidentally but dial someone.
He glances around him once and then quietly mutes his speaker and wanders into the kitchen where he can listen in peace.
And make a bowl of popcorn as one does when they’re being nosy. ]
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Date: 2021-10-11 12:43 am (UTC)Of course the silence couldn't last. He wouldn't expect it to, not with Jesper. He notes the idle, restless taps of his fingers and wonders what else could possibly be making him quite so anxious. Wasn't what they just talked about the heart of–
Oh.
The absolute whiplash change of conversation is jarring. He blinks and then a small frown etches across his features. "Saints, Jesper," he mutters under his breath, one hand bracing across his eyes.
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Date: 2021-10-16 10:20 pm (UTC)"Sorry Kaz, but that is why I'm here in the first place." He says between laughter. Was he actually sorry about any of it? Absolutely not.
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Date: 2021-10-19 07:50 pm (UTC)Flustered is not a state of being that Kaz is very familiar with, but he can't deny that's what everything about this particular topic of conversation is making him feel. "I'm not sure why this... is somehow groundbreaking enough to require an entire confrontation."
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Date: 2021-10-22 11:39 pm (UTC)"An entire conversation." Jesper starts, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and an amused tone in his voice as he comes more into Kaz's space. There's a hint of a grin, parts devilish and parts bordering on flirtatious. He's starting to tread a line here, but what's a bit of fun without hedging one's bets? "We're having a conversation, not a confrontation, Kaz. Call it curiosity. You said you weren't bothered, figured it would have been something to raise your hackles..."
A shrug, a beat--two, three, four--and then Jesper is leaning back in his seat again, all ease. The grin was still spread across his lips, self-satisfied in the moment.
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Date: 2021-10-23 01:52 am (UTC)There's a sudden breath in his lungs when he does, inevitably, move away again. He has to wonder if that was on purpose. Probably, knowing Jesper. He doesn't like that stupid, smug grin on his face, either. "Oh, give me a break, Jesper." His face scrunches up a bit in something half-annoyed, half... something not quite nameable. "I may not be as experienced as you," his eyebrows lift. "But I'm not a prude. And you don't have anything I haven't seen before."
"Why does there have to be some sort of...revelation attached to it? It doesn't bother me... the same way it doesn't bother me when Noah flirts with me. It just...doesn't." He's never bothered thinking any further than that little bit on the surface, truthfully.
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Date: 2021-10-23 05:39 pm (UTC)If only for the set of events that led to said dick-sighting. There was, after all, a reason he had worried at Kaz's potential reaction--for a moment, he had expected something more along the lines of normal and expected. He had forgotten that those two words did not quite run synonymous with Kaz Brekker.
"You are honestly telling me you don't wonder at it? Why the flirtation doesn't quite bother you--Given certain circumstances," Kaz's issue with touch is what immediately springs to mind, "I'd have thought it would give you more...pause."
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Date: 2021-10-23 09:03 pm (UTC)"Wonder at what?" He seems genuinely confused by that particular line of questioning. He scoffs a little at the implication. "Why should it? It's a picture and some words... there's not actual intention of anything. You never intended for me to be the one that ended up with it. And Noah– I don't know. I think he's just like that, with everyone."
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Date: 2021-10-24 05:55 pm (UTC)And he had made it a habit to make note of it before he and Noah tripped into whatever this budding friendship of theirs was. Jealousy made people do odd things--like keeping tabs on a certain ghost that had a knack for getting a human safe to open up with what seemed to be very little effort.
"Point being, you can't just explain that all away. Because even though I didn't intend for you to end up with it, the intention of that kind of thing is pretty obvious and you--what, just shrug it off? Not buying it."
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Date: 2021-10-24 06:16 pm (UTC)"I think I just did." He points out, lifting his eyebrows in some sort of challenge. "Why wouldn't I shrug it off?"
He sighs, exasperated, as one often is when dealing with Jesper in his personal, vast experience of it, thanks. "Jesper... I don't know what you think you know, or... what you're looking for, here."
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Date: 2021-10-24 06:26 pm (UTC)If he didn't make the connection himself, Jesper might strangle him.
"And once again, usually, people wouldn't just shrug it off. For all the Saints..." Or maybe he could just die here from exasperation. Honestly, Hell should get rid of some of his sins for dealing with this. Patience was a Virtue and he was showing it in spades right now.
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Date: 2021-10-24 06:43 pm (UTC)"Okay...but.." He scoffs and shakes his head. "Jesper, even if he was attracted to me," And though the phrasing makes it sound like he doubts it, hasn't Noah pretty much said as much to him? What point is there in denying it, other than Kaz can't wrap his mind around the idea. "nothing's going to come of it."
A beat.
"Same as the picture. Nothing was ever going to actually be followed through with it... so what, exactly, is it you think I should be doing about it? Mostly... it sounds like I didn't act like you expected and now you've decided somehow it was...wrong?" The last word doesn't even feel right, exactly, but it's the best he's got for now. There's a curious squint to his eyes, though. He is actually trying to understand this, but whatever Jesper finds obvious, Kaz clearly does not.
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