[ It's strange.

Kaladin's acquiescence makes him feel secure enough with him to open up further, but teeth find his tongue as he attempts not to worry at his hands and he stays silent. The anxiety is still there but fading as the topic shifts, allowing him to breathe. ]

I'm the stubborn one? I don't show up and you hunt me down in person instead of sending me a text...

[ That hand appears before him and he immediately glances up, questioning only for the barest of moments before he's reaching out to take it. He hoists himself up, an awareness and appreciation for the strength in his arm noted in the back of his mind as his throat's cleared and his gaze redirected towards the door. ]

–Chauncey? [ mentally adds another point to Kaladin's tally because he asked... ]

Yeah, you scared her for sure. But she'll be okay – she came from a rougher situation. Like us, I guess.

[ ... ah, Noctis, what a lame thing to say... The mood felt right for it and now he's gone too far, abruptly stepping around Kaladin to investigate one of the clothes piles on the ground. ] Okay, out while I change. I can meet you over there?