[There's hurt that he can see flicker in Jacob's eyes and something unkind in himself whispers that he shouldn't be surprised. That was his go-to as well. He leans in quick for a kiss to the other man's cheek, but doesn't reach for more. A band-aid of a gesture, no doubt.

Why did he try at this?
Why did people let him try?

He smiles like it's easy and reassuring.]

Don't tempt me, you know I've love for that strip of sand. No, lovely, I've nicer plans. Still plenty private, I've no intention of sharing your company with any night-of. Just...trust me.