[Jacob might not like not kissing Ned at the moment, but at the very least the chair gives him the best view of him. He leans back, smiling stupidly, but with no smugness. He liked this. He really, truly was enjoying himself with no ulterior motives on either side.
He loves that so very much.] You should. You can keep calling me Frye on the streets, and Jacob in the... [He's not finishing that with a rhyme, he decides. Not after the polishing bit.] Here.
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He loves that so very much.] You should. You can keep calling me Frye on the streets, and Jacob in the... [He's not finishing that with a rhyme, he decides. Not after the polishing bit.] Here.