[ He's not very familiar with the theatre. He tends to avoid them where he can, but he doesn't think he can really ask to meet elsewhere. Not when he was the one asking for them to meet.
So up he goes, finding what toe and hand holds he can up an unfamiliar building, trying to focus on the climb and not the man he already knows is up there, outlined in gold and patrolling it like he expects the French to invade at any moment.
Not that Chris would understand who the French are. Not that it even matters in the slightest.
When his hands reach the lip of the roof he hauls himself up and over, and heads towards Chris. Chris who doesn't run to meet him, either to embrace him or punch him. But that's probably for the best.
And just like that, all the words that were in his head fade and he's left looking at Chris, those gorgeous blue eyes full of hope and caution and Jacob feels his stomach do a flip. ]
I... thank you. For letting me see you. I was an arse, the other day.
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So up he goes, finding what toe and hand holds he can up an unfamiliar building, trying to focus on the climb and not the man he already knows is up there, outlined in gold and patrolling it like he expects the French to invade at any moment.
Not that Chris would understand who the French are. Not that it even matters in the slightest.
When his hands reach the lip of the roof he hauls himself up and over, and heads towards Chris. Chris who doesn't run to meet him, either to embrace him or punch him. But that's probably for the best.
And just like that, all the words that were in his head fade and he's left looking at Chris, those gorgeous blue eyes full of hope and caution and Jacob feels his stomach do a flip. ]
I... thank you. For letting me see you. I was an arse, the other day.