"Saints I miss her." It feels so long ago that the Crows were all together. Because he has a year and a half here, and a year back home, and that's more time than they actually spent as a crew. And yet it is so bright in his head, frozen, as the best heist of his life, and in general.

"I know." He has a year on him. A fantastic one. One of true love and abiding friendship and feeling at ease in his body and with another person. And since Wylan showed up here, they've been anything else. Jesper is usually so good at hiding behind his smiles but he looks sad for a moment, and then resolved.

"You know, whenever I talk about you to other people, or try to explain you, it always comes back to how you changed my life for the better. How important you are to me." Jesper leans back in his chair, almost shy, darting looks to Wylan, unsure of what to say here but willing to figure it out as he goes. He usually just speaks from his heart, and it's not always coherent. Maybe I liked your stupid face. "And then I was like hey, Jes, you know who hasn't heard that? Wylan."