[Except gods knew he didn't want any of the others watching or listening in, he was bad enough at this without an audience.]
the roof
[Jacob could get up there on his own, Chris had no doubt, so he flies up there....and waits. And paces, mind nothing but static, and the ring on his right hand making a fevered journey around its finger as he fiddles nervously.
Not some lovelorn fool he'd said once. Except when he was. Except when Caleb laughed or Jon gave that little smile, or when Jacob seemed to be dropping everything to come meet with him. Hopeless, maybe he was, instead.
When he hears the slight scrape of stone being climbed and shoes on the cement of the roof, Chris turns towards the sound and tries desperately to keep the cautious hope from overwhelming sense and reason. He'd made peace with this -with what they were- if Jacob pulled the rug from him now, he really couldn't be held accountable for pushing the assassin off the roof.]
no subject
[Except gods knew he didn't want any of the others watching or listening in, he was bad enough at this without an audience.]
the roof
[Jacob could get up there on his own, Chris had no doubt, so he flies up there....and waits. And paces, mind nothing but static, and the ring on his right hand making a fevered journey around its finger as he fiddles nervously.
Not some lovelorn fool he'd said once. Except when he was. Except when Caleb laughed or Jon gave that little smile, or when Jacob seemed to be dropping everything to come meet with him. Hopeless, maybe he was, instead.
When he hears the slight scrape of stone being climbed and shoes on the cement of the roof, Chris turns towards the sound and tries desperately to keep the cautious hope from overwhelming sense and reason. He'd made peace with this -with what they were- if Jacob pulled the rug from him now, he really couldn't be held accountable for pushing the assassin off the roof.]