Kaz arrives less than an hour after Inej does: the familiar sound of his cane and his gait on the steps announcing his presence before he ever gets to the door. He uses Haskell's old office for business, but the attic is still his. He can't give it up: he's been through so much in that little apartment.

He pauses once he's inside, once the door closes behind him. Kaz's dark gaze flicks to the window and he can feel the sudden heart-hammering rush of anticipation when he sees the shape of her there.

"I should just fashion some shutters to look like a door," he rasps, sounding as fond as he can get. "Not that you would ever knock."

He missed her. Ketterdam keeps him busy, but in the time between visits he feels her absence like an ache. Kaz is still learning to cope with that particular brand of vulnerability. Inej wouldn't like for him to call it a weakness, even if Dirtyhands would think it exactly that.

Kaz makes his way closer and there's a smile playing across his mouth. A smile that exists just for Inej Ghafa.