Kansas could not deny the barrage of emotion that was welling already as he stared at the beast of a man he had once called a friend. So much had happened between them, and after the unspoken jealousy they had warmed up to one another over some drinks, but Kansas had ruined whatever kind of friendship they shared that very night. He had been too consumed by his guilt to approach Jazper again and apologize with a clear head, and for that he was a coward. Because of that night he did not really expect there to be any reconciliation, but perhaps he was wrong.
For once, the other seemed equally nervous, his jaw parting and closing again. Finally he spoke, and Kansas was surprised to hear a friendly jest at his size. Immediately displaying a grin that was part relief, part amusement, he lifted his arms slightly and examined the well-defined muscles that were nowhere near the bulk of Jazper's. Guess not, he said with a small laugh. Silence lapsed between them until Jazper again surprised the white werewolf with a few words about his father. A sinking sensation seized him as he saw the face of the man he never wished to see again, did not even wish to remember. Kansas sighed and nodded sheepishly. Want to, uh, go for a walk? I need to... check on my horse... That was partially true; he ordinarily went to see Lexington around this time of day, but he also knew that a walk would help ease their nerves as they spoke to one another after so many months of silence.