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kit isn’t thirsty but he accepts the glass anyways, mechanically putting his lips to the rim for a sip. he knows jax is playing nurse and he’d expend too much energy to object to the coddling. besides, for as self destructive as he’s been in his alone time, maybe he actually needs some looking after. he slumps down lower in his seat at the turn of their conversation and wonders if he could shrink his already tiny frame down into nothingness to avoid these kinds of concerned comments. they feel too blunt to be his real life; kit prefers a distorted, colorful reality, of late. “i’m not disguising anything,” he bristles defensively, tapping fingers erratically against the side of his water glass. “i’m not feeling anything particular. i’m fine.” a deflection seems to be in order and kit composes his features into something lighter – deliberately pleasant. “am i really your best friend, hm?”
the way kit is so quick to deny pretty much everything makes jax turn to him with a bemused expression. it vanishes pretty quickly, though, and he drops his gaze to the floor. “you’re right. i’m sorry. actually I'm not, because it’s not the worst thing for me to care about your well being.” he drums his fingers against the countertop, letting out a sharp laugh. “i mean, duh. i barely do this stuff for elio, and he’s my roommate.” he’s quick to point a finger at kit, though, cocking his head to the side. “i have not gone soft, so don’t tell me i have, okay?” he doesn’t need kit to confirm what he knows to be true. any outsider could pick up on it. when jax first moved here, he was gruff and grumpy. now, though, he’s allowed himself to care, even if it’s only a little amount. “it’s totally fine, though, i’m not expecting this big dramatic rollout where you return the sentiment.”
