Kepler reads the two pages, the letter to him, and then he puts it down, closes it, and lets his eyes close. He focuses his senses on Jacobi, on just lets his heartbeat and his scent and the presence of him fill his senses as he waits for him to finish up in the shower. If there wasn't everything between them at the moment, he'd be in there with him.

But there is. Hopefully not for long.

So he'll wait. And breathe in and out, even though he doesn't have to.