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[ 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.

[Chris grips his fingers tight for a moment to end their fiddling, then folds his arms in front of him, not tight but just...to stop from any other tells that might come up.

Though, there's a flicker of a smile as Chris' eyes flicker over to the edge of the roof, then back to Jacob.]

I think we've established I've a poor track record for keeping from you...or keeping you from me. I don't...really want to.

[He pulls from the static a politician's careful neutrality, something practiced and solid to contain the mess. He wasn't good at this. He hadn't had Kallian long enough to fight with him and the times he'd fought with Ra'ah...they never resolved it, just moved on, just pretended the original problem was nothing they needed to worry about at the time. Ra'ah let him run and be right even when he wasn't and Chris never tried to be better.]

I wasn't as kind as I could have been-I just...I told you once I'm no catch to be had. This is part of it. I'm sharp and sometimes mean I- [His throat closes around words he knows the shape of, but they're too heavy to cough up, so he switches to easier ones.]

I'm meant to be better at this. Communicating, easing conflict, finding the better path...but I'm really not. I get lucky, but I'm better with fists than words and those fists rarely ever serve.

Especially not when I care too much. [He smiles, but there's no humor to it and he looks away again.] I've never actually had to intervene between two people who matter so much to me. I certainly could have managed better.

[He'd given Jon space, but what if that hadn't been what he needed? Had he felt abandoned? He'd chased after Jacob while his own anger was still hot when he probably should have given him space instead.]

That's a long way to go for me to get to 'I'm sorry.'

You and me both love.

[ It's said easily, a confession of truth and understanding, because Jacob feels so much of that himself.]

It's not easy. None of us are born with everything we need and learning it is bloody hard. You do a better job than me of making peace. I... I should have come to you sooner. But I was... you know how I am. When you told me you cared for Sims the other day, before... I think in part that was half the reason I wanted to go smack him.

[ Damn the jealousy in him. He hoped he was doing better, he really did. But then some curve ball hits him and he's back to the beginning again, wondering why he isn't good enough.]

I'm sorry too. It was... the whole thing was a fucking mess. I was fighting shadows that weren't there and then I was fighting you and you and never want to do that. I don't want to lose you again. Ever.

And especially not because I'm a bloody fool.

It is bit of a mess.

[Chris chuckles. Yes, he knew how Jacob was, if he'd known there might even be cause for jealousy, he might have handled it better, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind.

What did cross his mind was something Kallian had told him once...and it seemed apt now.

He pulls his arms away from himself and crosses to just out of reach of Jacob and offers a hand out to him.]

But you know what you do with messes? You clean them up. You're not like to lose me, Jacob. I'll not let us do that twice.

[Jacob's breathing stills as Chris steps forward, expecting him to be unwinding his arms to make that promised punch, but it becomes clear very quickly that Chris is not winding up for that, the tension in his shoulders isn't right for trying to swing a punch. So Jacob lets out a breath- he'd have taken the punch, if it had come, but he's glad it didn't. Instead, he takes Chris' hand.]

Tidying up after myself... hasn't ever been one of my strong suits. But I think if you let me know where I need to start, I'll do my best to make it right.

[He appreciates Chris may not think much of that offer, but Jacob can't make a promise that he doesn't think he can keep. He doesn't have the answers right now, he doesn't know what he needs to learn, or un-learn, to be better, but he will try to find out, if Chris can be patient with him.

He hopes he will, he hopes Chris knows how much he means to Jacob, even if, as yet, he hasn't asked. Maybe he doesn't want to. Maybe right now, it's best left alone, until they're no more solid ground again. The fact that Chris knows Jacob wants to do better, to keep this, maybe that says enough.]

[He keeps his grip around Jacob's hand tight. Not to the point of painful, but tight enough to keep him from vanishing like some part in the static feels is still possible. He knows it's not, but knowing and feeling are two different things.

He's...keenly aware Jacob's not said what Chris had assumed he would. Of course, he's not pressing either. Maybe it's for the best he doesn't, not yet. He hadn't even wanted to see the possibility his perception of Jacob's feelings was wrong before, he was probably as ready to hear it as Jacob was to say it.

Besides...a more treacherous part of him reasoned that a few days of cooling emotions and tensions and Jacob's fear of losing him, might allow the feeling to cool as well. To prove it didn't actually run as deep as Jacob thought. That doesn't mean Chris can't be a masochist.]

Let's see...well, there's this saying you see, in the Moonsea, something to the effect of kissing a hurt to make it better. Suppose you could start there.

[Jacob's other hand comes to grip Chris', holding his hand between Jacob's own, not clinging exactly, but not ready to let go. Just in case this all turns out to be a dream, to be a fantasy where Chris so readily forgives him, welcomes him back, offers his heart out to Jacob again. He half expects it to all go wrong now, for the building to melt beneath their feet and Chris to be lost, or worse, the man to disappear forever back to his home and his partners and his duty, where he'll never remember Jacob at all.

But that doesn't happen, although he thinks he sees something change in Chris' expression, like a thought come and go. A hope fade. But Jacob decides he'd read too many of Gilia's romance books. Chris isn't asking him, and so he won't say. Not yet. Not yet. Things aren't fixed yet, they've only taken the first step.

The suggestion they should kiss and make up does make him grin, corners of his mouth pulling wide.]

If that's what you want, you can have as many kisses as you want love, starting now, but... I want to do better by you. And I will try.

[And so saying, he takes hold of Chris' other hand, giving both hands a gentle squeeze, and leans in to kiss him.]

[It's a silly suggestion. He feels silly for it, but it doesn't stop him from leaning in to meet the kiss all the same. He only lets it linger a moment, but then pulls back.]

It's a start, Mister Frye. We've both room to be better, but trying is all anyone can ask of another.

[He squeezes Jacob's hand but then lets go.]

Give a few days. Take some air for yourself, move on...and when I call next, maybe I can make good on that date I promised a couple weeks back.

[That was his go-to, wasn't it? Grander gestures to make up for infractions he still stood by. Hopefully it still helped.]

[ The kiss breaks all too soon. Too chaste too brief, but perhaps that's all he can hope to expect. All he deserves. But when Chris let's go of his hands, tells him a few days it feels like a dismissal.

And it hurts.

Words form on his tongue, unwanted.

Don't send me away. I can fix this.I love you. I wanted to tell you. Don't go.

He swallows them down again, letting them churn and fester in his stomach instead. Best not to say it. Best just to do as Chris suggests. ]

It doesn't have to be as fancy as all that. I'd be happy just to go sit on the beach with you and talk about nothing. You know all I need is your company.

[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.

I do trust you. I trust you more than you know.

[ It might not seem like that now, after the mess that he's made of things, but the last few days were an exception, not a rule. He trusts Chris with his life, and his heart, and more importantly he trusts Chris with one of his irreplaceable treasures: Chris Sonom.

And with all that welling up in him, he can't let things go just like that. He presses back in, one hand going to Chris' gorgeous gold hair, fingers curling in it as he kisses him. It's no clash on tongues or heavy make-out session, but he floods it with everything he can. Love and hope and fear and want, unspoken promises and longing and regret for the wedge he shoved between them.

When that breaks, he thinks he can go, he thinks he can manage to do as Chris asked and give them both some space.]

A couple of days. No more?

[Jacob steals his breath with that kiss and a hand in his hair causes some of the static to subside. It would be back, it wasn't gone, just quieter for a moment. A moment is enough to focus on the feeling of lips on his and the emotion behind it. A mess of so much Chris can't begin to pick it apart, but he supposes he doesn't have to. The fact it's there at all means something.

His hands come up in front of him as though to reach for Jacob's hips or sides, but they close into fists in mid-air when he pushes the urge back. They needed to take the space after so many heated words and hurt feelings, even if it would be much easier not to.

When Jacob pulls away again, there's a moment where Chris' eyes are still closed, his lips still parted that he sighs through them before looking at him again and nodding.]

Two days exact. Be on the roof of the Arena. I'll pick you up at ten and no later. Promise.

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