[ He's had very little permanence in his life, he should be happy this lasted as long as it did. Instead of finding a stool to sit he ends up following Viktor to the workbench, glancing over what is summoned into that space. Kyle tentatively reaches out and traces the front of the journal, then fixes his attention on the blueprints. He doesn't need to understand the finer details or discern any of the unfamiliar handwriting to recognize the shape of a rifle on one of the blueprints.
His brow furrows, frowning again as he untangles more of this. ]
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His brow furrows, frowning again as he untangles more of this. ]
He didn't go with you?