For all his sharp edges and hardened exterior, if there’s one quality Kaz has in spades it’s loyalty. He’s there for the people who earn his trust, and he’s never betrayed a friend. He’s only ever had friends, never anything established as more, but it extends to Max now as well. He might not be flowery but he’s not one to up and leave someone in the dirt, nor betray their confidence or humiliate them. Inej might be the secret keeper by title of her former job, but Kaz has kept personal matters and those of the heart to his chest for all of his friends, sometimes for years. In that way, as far as counting on someone goes, Kaz is oddly safe. It might be the only time the word safe is ever used in reference to Dirtyhands.
Sipping his drink, he can feel Max’s eyes on him. Tilting his head, his gaze shifts to accommodate meeting the other man’s. He can see the softness and emotion that Max lets rest on the surface. It’s sweet, and fitting of the other man. Much like the harsh angles of his body, Kaz’s own eyes are sharp and discerning. There’s an inquisitive fire in them that burns deep beneath the ocean blue waters, as though nothing in their target line could dissemble. Shark eyes they’ve been called, always on the hunt. Always picking or tearing apart whatever’s in their path.
To those that don’t know Kaz, many who meet his gaze wish they hadn’t. His Crows though are used to having that unwavering intense focus turned on them for what it truly means - that he’s listening, taking in their whole package, not to disarm them but to better understand and help move forward. The attention that Max gets now is unwavering; not soft, but keeping his sights set on the other man, tracking him, because he matters enough to Kaz to not want to risk letting him out of his sight. Kaz is always present; if he’s ever caught daydreaming, it’s usually a sign of alarm. There’s no alarm now though as he listens to Max, one finger gently running along the rim of the glass to self-soothe. It’s a good night, his stomach is full of good nerves, but they’re still nerves that need to be let out. “You can take your eyes off me long enough to get a fix on a target in the field,” he quips, but he’s swift to raise a hand and add after, “No, I know what you meant. You’re being romantic, and it’s very sweet. For what it’s worth, I don’t stray, either. There isn’t anyone else I’m seeing.”
That did raise the question though of letting other people know. Did it happen now? After things between them got more settled? How would he even go about it? Kaz normally doesn’t share details of his private life, others just sort of pick up on some things by virtue of living with him. It’s a question to ponder on later. His mind wouldn’t be his mind if it wasn’t crafting puzzles for him to solve. Think ten steps ahead but focus on now, he reminds himself.
At the permission to look Kaz rises to his feet, setting the drink down after a final sip so he has a hand free. He limps around the living space in mild curiosity to see what books he can find to look at, or if there are any other items of note. “I promise to defend them with my life,” he replies with a small quirk of his mouth. It’s true that Kaz constantly has people coming at him for various reasons. Sometimes it makes his skin itch and the waters rise, but it also helps him stay out of his own head. At the rest he pauses and looks over, giving Max a single nod of understanding. “I won’t ever take advantage of you. I know that’s not what you meant, and likewise, if you need something you only have to ask. Just putting that out there, too. I don’t exploit my people’s feelings.” He lets it linger in the air a moment before adding, “So where’s this infamous guitar? You don’t have to play it, I just want to see it.”
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Sipping his drink, he can feel Max’s eyes on him. Tilting his head, his gaze shifts to accommodate meeting the other man’s. He can see the softness and emotion that Max lets rest on the surface. It’s sweet, and fitting of the other man. Much like the harsh angles of his body, Kaz’s own eyes are sharp and discerning. There’s an inquisitive fire in them that burns deep beneath the ocean blue waters, as though nothing in their target line could dissemble. Shark eyes they’ve been called, always on the hunt. Always picking or tearing apart whatever’s in their path.
To those that don’t know Kaz, many who meet his gaze wish they hadn’t. His Crows though are used to having that unwavering intense focus turned on them for what it truly means - that he’s listening, taking in their whole package, not to disarm them but to better understand and help move forward. The attention that Max gets now is unwavering; not soft, but keeping his sights set on the other man, tracking him, because he matters enough to Kaz to not want to risk letting him out of his sight. Kaz is always present; if he’s ever caught daydreaming, it’s usually a sign of alarm. There’s no alarm now though as he listens to Max, one finger gently running along the rim of the glass to self-soothe. It’s a good night, his stomach is full of good nerves, but they’re still nerves that need to be let out. “You can take your eyes off me long enough to get a fix on a target in the field,” he quips, but he’s swift to raise a hand and add after, “No, I know what you meant. You’re being romantic, and it’s very sweet. For what it’s worth, I don’t stray, either. There isn’t anyone else I’m seeing.”
That did raise the question though of letting other people know. Did it happen now? After things between them got more settled? How would he even go about it? Kaz normally doesn’t share details of his private life, others just sort of pick up on some things by virtue of living with him. It’s a question to ponder on later. His mind wouldn’t be his mind if it wasn’t crafting puzzles for him to solve. Think ten steps ahead but focus on now, he reminds himself.
At the permission to look Kaz rises to his feet, setting the drink down after a final sip so he has a hand free. He limps around the living space in mild curiosity to see what books he can find to look at, or if there are any other items of note. “I promise to defend them with my life,” he replies with a small quirk of his mouth. It’s true that Kaz constantly has people coming at him for various reasons. Sometimes it makes his skin itch and the waters rise, but it also helps him stay out of his own head. At the rest he pauses and looks over, giving Max a single nod of understanding. “I won’t ever take advantage of you. I know that’s not what you meant, and likewise, if you need something you only have to ask. Just putting that out there, too. I don’t exploit my people’s feelings.” He lets it linger in the air a moment before adding, “So where’s this infamous guitar? You don’t have to play it, I just want to see it.”