[Vandelin recoils, and Kit is quick to pull his hand back. Right, he thinks without resentment, he should have expected that response, all things considered.

He looks to where his smokes and book of matches rest on the rickety table near the door, turns, and walks heavily over to them.] I'll just be outside, [he tells Vandelin softly, in a moment where he won't be interrupting. He pulls on his coat and hat and disappears through the open doorway.

He doesn't go far at all; just to the other side of the narrow alleyway, to light his cigarette and smoke in silence, his eyes turned up towards the sliver of dark sky he can see between the rooftops. It's not that he doesn't want to help, or that he doesn't want to know more, to sort out how best to help--but whatever conversation Vandelin and Myr need to have with each other won't be helped by having him hanging awkwardly in the corner, wanting to help but not being able to.[