[No one would believe Jacob Frye if he said he had better things to do than interact with Ned Wynert. If he wasn't on the train making idle conversation he was hijacking the rails, the river, and the roads, all to gain his favor and coin. Word was it was more for the former.
He argued that he couldn't make any progress on the Templar front with Evie and Henry God knew where studying, despite the fact he'd went off spilling blood and asking questions later only weeks ago. He argued that there weren't any other jobs to take, despite a very suspiciously manly old woman that could be related to Fredrick Abberline stopping by the station to catch his time. He argued that he didn't even like talking business that much with Wynert, despite Rooks noticing his smile stepping into the next carriage.
He's at the point where he's just stopped arguing. There is no excuse for him looking down the train to make sure Ned was at the bookcase before stepping on. There is no excuse for him to have been looking for pressed flowers, since Evie and Henry were already getting married over the damn things. And yet he's still stopping behind him, book of flowers in hand when the thief's taken to looking at the shelves.] Surely you've gone through all of these by now.
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He argued that he couldn't make any progress on the Templar front with Evie and Henry God knew where studying, despite the fact he'd went off spilling blood and asking questions later only weeks ago. He argued that there weren't any other jobs to take, despite a very suspiciously manly old woman that could be related to Fredrick Abberline stopping by the station to catch his time. He argued that he didn't even like talking business that much with Wynert, despite Rooks noticing his smile stepping into the next carriage.
He's at the point where he's just stopped arguing. There is no excuse for him looking down the train to make sure Ned was at the bookcase before stepping on. There is no excuse for him to have been looking for pressed flowers, since Evie and Henry were already getting married over the damn things. And yet he's still stopping behind him, book of flowers in hand when the thief's taken to looking at the shelves.] Surely you've gone through all of these by now.