He draws the cane back to him with a slow dragging over the table and the money that lays there. He doesn't care whose it is as some flutters to the floor. The tip of the cane hits with the floor with a hard thunk.

Kaz's pale eyes stare a hole into Jesper, not saying a word as he takes in the way he looks, the obvious state he's in. Familiar and disappointing at the same time. He had been so proud of him when he'd arrived, learning he had fought and clawed his way out of this, and now here they were again.

He turns on heel, hating the pain that lances through his leg and up through his hip and back, heading for the door when he hears his name. Spinning so fast that the pain turns his stomach he closes the distance between them until the tips of his shoes are overlapping the very edge of Jesper's shoes.

"Don't. You. Dare." Each word is bitten off, a low and dark sound, even more of a growl than his voice usually is. "We're going back to the boarding house where Inej is waiting for us." But his words make it clear. Not us. You.