[ It's a quiet walk through a quiet night in a quiet town-- which makes it difficult, he imagines, for Kenzi not to be swallowed up in her thoughts. There isn't much he can say, though he tries to strike idle chitchat here and there. At least he settles on a destination pretty quickly: Eliot's house. It's ideal, in that it's private, there's no roommate to worry about, and Jefferson has a key.
He trusts Eliot. Maybe it's a mistake; after all, he and Kenzi trusted Brock, too, and now she's too shaken by whoever he really is to even talk about it. But... At this point, it's Eliot or Emma, and he's not sure how much the Savior remembers. So he's going to have to keep putting his trust in his fake ex. ]
Eliot's. [ With a wry little smirk, Jefferson pulls out his keys and holds one up at Kenzi. ] We won't be doing anything nearly so exciting as breaking and entering. [ And Jefferson may look a touch apologetic on that. You know, between us thieves.
Though he will have to call Weaver's once they're safely inside. Just so Eliot isn't surprised by the sudden company. He hopes, at least, that Kenzi can crash here for the night. If he has to go back to the old house, he can manage. ]
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He trusts Eliot. Maybe it's a mistake; after all, he and Kenzi trusted Brock, too, and now she's too shaken by whoever he really is to even talk about it. But... At this point, it's Eliot or Emma, and he's not sure how much the Savior remembers. So he's going to have to keep putting his trust in his fake ex. ]
Eliot's. [ With a wry little smirk, Jefferson pulls out his keys and holds one up at Kenzi. ] We won't be doing anything nearly so exciting as breaking and entering. [ And Jefferson may look a touch apologetic on that. You know, between us thieves.
Though he will have to call Weaver's once they're safely inside. Just so Eliot isn't surprised by the sudden company. He hopes, at least, that Kenzi can crash here for the night. If he has to go back to the old house, he can manage. ]