γ JACOB β§ SONG γ
"When you've got nowhere to go,
I'll be your home"
photographer β§ #228B22 β§ outfit
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I'll be your home"
photographer β§ #228B22 β§ outfit
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His eyes were wide and bewildered as he looked back at the man while he spoke. Something about Ben not wanting him to made Jacob feel almost hopeful. Hopeful that he really had found someone that would stay in his life a little longer than most. But he quickly reminded himself that hopes never got him any good results. βThatβs not- I meanβ¦.β his grip on his suitcase handle grew tighter as he spoke, struggling with his words for the first time in a long time. βyouβre...really easy to talk to. Youβre not...youβre not a mess.β
His words were the most honest they had been in a long time. A mess is what Ben would get himself into if he decided to stick around Jacob and Autumn for too long. A mess would be what Ben would be left with if he stayed long enough for Autumn to leave. Whatever Benβs past brought couldnβt be any worse than what Jacobβs future would bring. So he settled on a night. One night to gather his thoughts. One night for Autumn to recover enough for them to go back home. One night to get accustomed to the idea of having to go back home without Ben.
βI umβ¦ okay.β his words were slow, as if giving Ben a chance to reconsider his offer. βLetβs go then.β