My scheming face in action isn't distracting enough? Next thing you're going to tell me is that the sexiest thing about me isn't how many mathematical equations I know.
[He's very much teasing her back now, he's not planning on spending the night working.]
I remember when I first got my office in the attic. At the end of a long day I'd thump upstairs, grumpy I had to write down everything that could just reside in my head perfectly fine. And Jesper would sit in the seat you always do now and turn whatever was on my desk into something he could toss in the air and catch. Sometimes he'd toss it to me too and we'd break up the book keeping with a few rounds of catch. We were like fifteen, sixteen at the time.
Not much has changed.
Except now I also get much prettier and quieter company.
You've never made me run out of pens and staplers.
[Although these days Kaz just keeps a stress ball in his desk for when Jesper visits to play with.]
You say that like I need patching up often. Duct tape and spit usually does the job.
[He gives her a teasing look at that as he picks out another book, because it's easier than admitting that yes, while he's getting used to touching her he still hasn't really managed it with others. It would take a lot of mental preparation to give Nina a hug or Jesper a handshake. A long road ahead of him indeed, though he's not sorry he's started this journey with Stella. Even if he is a stubborn mule who hates to admit he needs help sometimes, especially when it comes to patching up. He does know that she just wants to help him, and perhaps sometime it will be bad enough that he can't manage it on his own.]
[She hopes she isn't keeping Jesper away. Though she halfway suspects if he wanted to visit, he would come in regardless of Stella being around.]
If I am able to heal your cuts and bruises with a wave of my hand, you'll stay in fighting shape without the worry of ripping open stitches. I'd say that's worth it.
[of course she would also heal anyone else that needed it. But she is allowed a closer proximity to Kaz than anyone else, so she would absolutely use it to help him.]
[Jesper absolutely does still come and bother Kaz.]
If I'm near death I'm not opposed to you saving me. For other ailments, it depends. There's something to be said for working through pain rather than having it solved with a handwave, and it also sends a message to others that I can still fight and get on my feet without needing you to lay hands on me first.
[He's not going to use her as a crutch every time he gets hurt, but for serious injuries, he's not again some help.
At her question he gives a nod, holding up his two books aloft in the air.]
Yeah, I think I did. A date with a beautiful woman and some potential useful information, it's been a great night so far.
If I pop a stitch and bleed through, they can see that. If I'm limping harder, or favoring a side, they can see that. And there's no point in getting fixed and faking it, because it's good for me to know I can thrive through it, too. I'm not a man who needs to have every cut and bruise healed. It's good to know that I can live with some pain, that I can take a beating and get back up and hit back harder on my own because I won't always have someone with me. Because I also think that feeds into my attitude, and they can sense that, too.
[He's not budging on it, it makes sense to him. Quick fixes have their place, but not for every purpose.]
Me, too. Let's clean up and put the fire out, and then we can get going.
I don't believe in quick fixes, there's always a price. It wouldn't be smart to become reliant on every little ache and pain being finger snapped away, or else I might not in the long run be able to handle if it if something happens and we're apart. Skills get rusty, even stitching. If I'm in serious trouble, I'll come to you. I know we don't agree on this, but that's my stance on it. And perhaps one day you can take comfort in knowing that if I need to, I'll always be able to tend to certain wounds myself.
Yes. Let's.
[He heads on over and starts to gather up their items and helps put out the fire to vanish their traces.]
I have no doubt you would. I'd do the same for you, regardless of whether death got tired of me and tossed me back to the land of the living again or not. Of course we'll protect one another. I'll try not to end up on death's door regardless, but if I do, I'll come to you for help with the mending.
I'd say you help with a type of healing that's beyond the physical already, though. I wouldn't discount all the aid you've given through being supportive and inspiring. And trust me, accepting that help was far harder than mending a stubbed toe for me.
I will admit the falling for you part was not planned. Once I did though, I've tried to pick my way into your heart. To make you feel safe and heard, and valued, and one day willing to take a compliment beyond your appearance and inspiration skills.
Just a black hole full of schemes and profits and angles. I just wanna make those sorts of things work for both of us.
[He gives a little nod as he takes a final look around.]
I really do love this library. Yeah, though. Let's go get warm at your place and do some reading. I'm thinking a hot shower and then maybe some hot toddies.
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