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I could start stealing pens.

[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.]

Ready if you are. Did you find something useful?

[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.

[She points a finger at him]

That's only true if your injuries can be seen. Otherwise it's just you being tough for no reason.

[She thinks that's a valid point. He doesn't need to be tough in secret, he needs to be tough on display.]

Good. I'm glad you've found something useful.

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.

You live with pain everyday Kaz. You don't need to suffer more to prove that you can. You already know you can.

But fine, if you insist on suffering, that's on you. But it hurts me to watch. I don't want to see you in pain, just like you wouldn't want to see me.

[But she gives a little shrug of the shoulders.]

Let's hide our evidence.

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 will respect your wishes.

[Even if she hates it.

She packs up the leftovers back into the basket.]

I'd protect you with my life though. Because I will come back from the dead.

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 intend to keep you alive for as long as I can.

[She wants the chance to watch him grow old.]

Do I? I am glad to help, I am yours.

Even when I make you want to pull your hair out?

[He gives a final look around to make sure they got everything, then gives a nod at her to see if she's ready, too.]

Best safe I ever picked was your heart, then.

Even then.

[And he can be frustrating at times. But he is also really sweet to her.]

Was it picked? I feel like it was mostly accidental.

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.

[He can really get right to the heart of her sometimes.]

You're really making me think you have a heart afterall.

Ready?

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.

Your schemes are brilliant, and you're putting some profit into charity. Maybe I love your black hole then.

[She slips on her coat]

I am so tempted to suggest we share the shower. I always am tempted.

The charity is to help my friends and to spite those who benefit from keeping the oppressed without power.

[Or at least that's the story Kaz sticks with and has for some years now, that all his good deeds are out of spite and not because he sees himself in those who are being taken advantage of that don't deserve it.]

I'm not against you watching, if you really wanted.

[Given sharing would likely mean body parts inevitably touching from the limited space. Which sounds lovely, but not something he can necessarily handle yet.]

Whatever you say.

[She sees how he strives to help kids that could fall through the cracks, and it's not just to make future Dregs members.]

Really? Would you want to watch me? We can have a peep show.

I'm open to it, if you would like to try it.

[The heat in her eyes when she looks at him, and bites her lip. Yeah, she seems pretty into the idea.]

The thought of seeing you naked and wet should probably not be so instantly arousing.

[Seeing that look on her face draws him up short, his own eyes darkening with desire. He stares at her lips longer than he should when leaving a place he's just broken into.]

I hope I don't disappoint. Though I'm more excited for my own show of seeing you. Won't even mind if you use up all the hot water, take as long as you like being naked in front of me.

[He grins at that as they hustle out into the cold and towards her place.]

[They do seem to be walking a little more briskly than usual. They're practically giddy teens who've figured out a way to fool around.]

I don't think you could possibly be disappointing.

I'll do my best not to be.

[He's never shared a shower before, or taken one in front of another when it was meant to be romantic rather than cramped jail times. Still, it's Stella. He knows she loves him. That she wants him. This is meant to be fun and pleasurable, and he's doing his best to do what he does best - overthink things.]

Do you need my jacket? It's cold out.

[He doesn't need to worry, Stella is so completely enamored with him that she is going to be absolutely taken with him.]

I'm alright. This coat is pretty warm.

[The feeling is mutual.]

Just making certain. I'll eat popsicles but I don't want you turning into one.

[It's a short trip, or they make it one, back to her place.]

You don't want to eat me?

[She's awful and she knows it.]

Why do so many of our conversations go back to either oral sex or cannibalism depending on your view?

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