There are a few yet that I've been aiming to collect. [ his secrets, that is. but it's really no secret at all that kaz brekker, boss of the barrel, has been utterly miserable to deal with over the last few weeks. the dregs had all but kidnapped her when she set foot in the slat to ask her to navigate one of his moods. nostalgic, really. not much has changed. ] But I'll settle with getting you into bed, first.
[ because that leg of his is complaining something fierce, even if kaz hasn't (and won't) say a word about it. she takes his arm easily, resisting the urge to loop an arm around his waist (both for closeness and also to give him a more stable point to lean on), keeping her steps careful and light to match his pace without making it painfully obvious she was walking slower than usual.
she squeezes his arm gently, nudging him down a side street. a slightly longer way back to the slat, but with a more even road, and skipping over a hill. his knee will thank her for it. ]
I worry about you. [ after a moment, deciding to broach the topic early - plenty of time for him to get his grousing out of the way now before they make it back to the privacy of the attic. ] When was the last time you slept?
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[ because that leg of his is complaining something fierce, even if kaz hasn't (and won't) say a word about it. she takes his arm easily, resisting the urge to loop an arm around his waist (both for closeness and also to give him a more stable point to lean on), keeping her steps careful and light to match his pace without making it painfully obvious she was walking slower than usual.
she squeezes his arm gently, nudging him down a side street. a slightly longer way back to the slat, but with a more even road, and skipping over a hill. his knee will thank her for it. ]
I worry about you. [ after a moment, deciding to broach the topic early - plenty of time for him to get his grousing out of the way now before they make it back to the privacy of the attic. ] When was the last time you slept?