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Jesper walked into his shared room with Wylan, he had a plate with some simple toast on it. Since they didn’t have a lot of food this was about all they ate.
“Hey, I brought you food” He said as Wylan looked up from where he was sitting. He was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room with his knees to his chest, a small notebook in his hands. “You look like a kid who was caught doing something bad” Jesper thought out loud, a small smile going across his face.
“Oh, I was just..uh..drawing” Wylan quickly said before looking back down at the notebook.
“Well…I brought you some food, you’ve been down here practically the whole trip.” Jesper set the plate down on a table “Everything okay?”
Wylan quickly nodded, a few ginger curls falling out of place “Yeah, just..” he sighed “I guess I didn’t think we’d be doing this again” He admitted but that didn’t sound like the full truth to Jesper. But, Jesper knew he shouldn’t push him so he diverted.
“Aw you don’t like the heists sunshine?” He smiled, sitting on their bed. Jesper didn’t like to sit in silence, and neither did his body so it wasn’t long before his leg was bouncing or his hands were spinning his rings.
Wylan laughed softly, ducking his head back into his notebook but Jesper saw the slight red in his face “I just mean I didn’t expect to see us all together again. I mean Inej was sailing and Nina and Matthias were in Fjerda..” His voice trailed off “And we’re going to a ball”
Jesper smirked slightly and took Wylan's hand in his own “Do I get a dance?”
“Depends if Kaz is watching” He smiled.
“If he isn’t?” Jesper tilted his head.
“Maybe” Wylan shut and set his notebook to the side, his attention on the boy in front of him now.
“Maybe? Denying your boyfriend a dance?” Jesper scoffed, a dramatic hand going to his chest in shock.
Wylan laughed again, that was the best feeling for Jesper. Better than any win in the gambling dens, just making Wylan Van Eck laugh. “You’d step on my feet too much”
Jesper smiled at him, resting his chin in his palm. His eyes traced over Wylan's face while he said something Jesper wasn’t listening to. He suddenly reached up to push Wylan's hair out of his face, his hand trailing down and tilting the other boy's chin up.
“Were you even listening?” Wylan tilted his head.
“Absoluely not”
“I was saying that I don’t really know what to wear for the ball.” He glanced away, his blue eyes avoiding Jesper. “My father never really got me super nice clothes, he just hid me during events.”
Wylan fidgeted with the sleeve on his sweater.
Jesper smiled “I figured, I mean you wear the same thing everyday sunshine”
Wylan's eyes snapped back up to Jesper “Wa- hey! I don’t wear the same thing everyday!” He scoffed.
Jesper's eyes dropped to Wylan's clothes, he was indeed wearing the same thing he always does. Black boots, slacks, a button up and a sweater on top. Today he had his brown coat on that was clearly too big for him. When Jespers looked back up, Wylan's face was red.
“They’re comfy” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well they aren’t ball appropriate, you’ll have to take them off.” Jesper pulled at his sweater teasingly. “If I'm lucky I could help-“ Wylan smacked his hard, pretty hard for someone who seems weak.
“Shut the hell up” He tried to scowl like Kaz but just looked like a pouty child.
“You don’t intimidate me darling” Jesper pat Wylan's head and walked over to grab the food he originally brought down for Wylan.”Eat something, you need strength to pull off a heist”
Wylan eyes the food “I can have it?” He asked wearily.
Jesper looked at the toast “Well if you’re wondering,” Jesper crouched in front of the other boy “It isn’t poisoned, you’re lucky I kinda like you.”
That earned Jesper a smile, Wylan nodded slowly and took a bite of his food. Jesper watched him carefully, he hadn’t eaten all day and Jesper could tell.
Jesper pat Wylan's leg gently as he finished eating the first piece of toast “Thanks” He mumbled between bites of his second piece.
Jesper smiled and stood up “You’re welcome sunshine” He ruffled Wylan's hair before sitting on the bed again. “We should head to bed, it’s late and we’re docking tomorrow”
The ginger boy nodded and set the place aside “Are you scared?”
Jesper tilted his head “About what?”
Wylan pulled at his sweater sleeve again “About getting hurt…or dying even” He whispered, barely audible
“Hey,” Jesper grabbed Wylan's hand and rubbed his thumb over the other boys knuckles gently “no ones dying” He squeezed tightly “We’ll be okay”
Wylan nodded “Of course” He glanced out the window “Everyone will be okay.”