Kyle had run a huge loop around the island in an attempt to find Jason, fighting down a wave of panic. Jason had been upset, defensive of Heater was Gibney's guess, and if he was that upset over the breakup, then maybe he had just packed his things and left? Left him here. Kyle had a great number of issues, a lose sense of self-worth was one, a fear of being abandoned, that was another, one he was just discovering. He was used to being rejected, turned away, being labeled as too dangerous or too much of a risk, but Jason had never treated him like that, the old man had always been there for him, since he had first stepped into his life. Now with the idea that Jason might have just... packed up, flown away and left Kyle to be locked back into that cell in Red? The thought terrified him, causing him to run in loops around the island, chasing after the faintest hints of a familiar scent.
After a good ten minutes of this kind of behavior, he realized that of all the places Jason's sent lingered, it was no where near the gate to the landing strip, so he had to still be here. That assurance calming his fuzzy brain, he was able to better track and was soon finding himself at the bar, face lit up with confusion. Why would Jason be here? Was he angry enough about Heather to try and pick a fight with Violet? How long had he been there? His heart sinking to his kneecaps, he suddenly bounded into the establishment, he all but breaking the hinges off the doors as he sprang inside.
He landed crouched on all fours, quickly looking around before he spotted Jason. ...and Violet. Oh. Shit. His mouth went dry, concern and oddly enough, a touch of guilt filling him, though he was not entirely sure why. He bounded over to Jason, quickly righting himself back to two feet, the bottle of wine shook up but not otherwise damaged. He moved in quite close behind the elder male, a large hand reaching to close gently around his skinny arm. "'Ey... I thought ya'd left me..." He spoke quietly to Jason, voice gravel rough as he turned worried, cat slitted eyes to Violet. His look was a mixture of apology and a question... had Jason started anything with her? He sincerely hoped not, but he did know how... off the man could be after he'd become well acquainted with the bottle.