[ Jacob sees the first messages come in, and he feels... different. Chris is proud of him. Chris knows he can be stubborn.
He's no saint. But Jacob isn't either. He takes a breath, beginning to type something, wondering if Chris is going to reply to that second message, but there are those dancing dots that indicate Chris is having as much difficulty replying to it as Jacob had typing it out in the first place.
Once that reply appears, he feels his heart in his throat, his breath coming fast. He didn't want to do this over text. He didn't. He just wanted Chris to know things had changed.
He doesn't touch the keyboard at all, not until he's sure, not until he knows what he needs to say. And even then, the message he types is brief. ]
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He's no saint. But Jacob isn't either. He takes a breath, beginning to type something, wondering if Chris is going to reply to that second message, but there are those dancing dots that indicate Chris is having as much difficulty replying to it as Jacob had typing it out in the first place.
Once that reply appears, he feels his heart in his throat, his breath coming fast. He didn't want to do this over text. He didn't. He just wanted Chris to know things had changed.
He doesn't touch the keyboard at all, not until he's sure, not until he knows what he needs to say. And even then, the message he types is brief. ]
Can I come and see you?