Kaz rolls his cane through his fingers, the bottom spinning on the ground as he shakes his head. “I only wear the worst when it suits me, Jesper. And even then, I’m always fine.” The bold line is cast out with a careless precision that is really anything but uncalculated. “I’m sure you two have time to waste though, so I’ll be going.”

Wylan moves forward to slide an arm around Jesper’s waist, shaking his head as he hears Kaz thump up the steps and away to his solitude. Or to his crew where orders are to be given, that formidable wall as usual holding out anything personal. In a way, Wylan gets it. He’s holding back some truths himself, isn’t he? Aren’t they all. Still. Does that make him a better or worse liar than Kaz, that he’s letting people get close enough to maybe eventually realize what he’s hiding?

For a moment his brow is furrowed, but he buries his fast in Jesper’s chest then. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Let’s go to our room. Get cleaned up. Do something that isn’t actually useless, as someone likes to call it.”