[ Tomassen gives his shoulder a friendly (teasing) shake and Kaz sighs, annoyed. But only just a bit. There's a faint, private, more genuine smile at the jab as his father exits the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts for a bit.

The Rollins case had not been easy by any means, for either of them. But, he'd made it out of it with parents who cared. Who patiently supported him through the absolute worst of his meltdowns. And while it had frightened him to let the vulnerability shine through, to be known again, he's ultimately glad they have this. That he can be jibed about his bad habits, his odd tics, with a good humor.

He's shaken from his swirling thoughts as Tomassen comes back in, takeout bag rustling before they're set on a clearer spot of his desk. Kaz appreciatively takes the americano, sipping it before setting it off to the side so he could help dig their order out of the bags, utensils and sauces getting doled out. ]

You should know by now that Jes exaggerates everything. [ Rather taken? She'd been friendly enough and hadn't decided to lose his number. Nothing more, nothing less. ]

Just because we met in a bar like you and mom did doesn't mean we're destined.