[She's better about sharing than he is. Kaz has trouble talking about himself, too many years spent barely saying a word. He prefers hearing about her. He flexes his foot a little, trying to stretch out the stiffness in his leg. He’s said that he can multitask, and he can, but he sets aside his pen when listening to her talk right now. It isn’t just them bantering and joking, and he gives her his pointed focus.]
It’s a risk we’re willing to take. [The letter writing, to stay in touch with her.]
Nights where you find it hard because…? [He could guess, but something tells him that this might be more a matter of him giving her a chance to open up if she wants, rather than filling in the blanks for her.]
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It’s a risk we’re willing to take. [The letter writing, to stay in touch with her.]
Nights where you find it hard because…? [He could guess, but something tells him that this might be more a matter of him giving her a chance to open up if she wants, rather than filling in the blanks for her.]