[ Jacob had waited, every single fucking day, to see Chris walk in. He didn't need him to come apologising, he didn't need him to come crawling, he didn't even care. He just missed the blond idiot, missed his voice and his smile and the smell of him around, sparring in the Arena or having a drink as Jacob worked, and not having him around was... was like having a limb missing.
But Chris' contract with Jon was a stab, a horrible wound that sliced deep into his chest, and he knew then how truly stupid he had been. Chris said he didn't want to pick that he didn't want to have to side with one of them over the other, but he clearly had, and he hadn't even had the balls to say anything. Just done it, knowing Jacob would find out.
And now, that stupid reply? That fucking ridiculous message. Contract with you? as if Jacob didn't wish that he could, that he was free to sign up with anyone he liked, that it didn't matter what stupid station they'd been assigned in this place. It made him angry all over again, so angry he could spit. ]
I'd contract with you if you wanted. But this place won't allow that, so don't throw it in my face like it's my fault.
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But Chris' contract with Jon was a stab, a horrible wound that sliced deep into his chest, and he knew then how truly stupid he had been. Chris said he didn't want to pick that he didn't want to have to side with one of them over the other, but he clearly had, and he hadn't even had the balls to say anything. Just done it, knowing Jacob would find out.
And now, that stupid reply? That fucking ridiculous message. Contract with you? as if Jacob didn't wish that he could, that he was free to sign up with anyone he liked, that it didn't matter what stupid station they'd been assigned in this place. It made him angry all over again, so angry he could spit. ]
I'd contract with you if you wanted. But this place won't allow that, so don't throw it in my face like it's my fault.