It's still so novel and new, Kaz reaching for anyone at all, it takes her by surprise every time still. It's just a little bit of a thrill every time his hand finds hers, because it's more than she thought he'd ever bother trying.

She's really glad she was wrong, for once.

He actually leans closer and she holds her breath, scared to blink or breathe or move and threaten to ruin the moment. If it were Jesper, she'd lean into him, too, but the lines are much blurrier with Kaz. Her voice is soft, little more than a whisper, "This isn't the first time she's been here without really...being here. Ghost. Nightmare. Whatever."

Inej levels him with a look, one that needs no words to get the Really? of it across loud and clear– but she'll have some for him anyway. "And you... believe that?" she tips her head a little to one side, eyebrows arching in a challenge. "Then it must apply to you, as well."