I could be. [Jacob pouts, but it doesn't last. He'd really rather not drink anymore, lest he want to end up on the floor passed out. There was still some dignity left to lose, somewhere, past the fact he looks so damn needy.]
I'll take it. [He's not picky. In fact, he's so eager he has to find balance on the chair's arm, lest he want to fall back into it.] I will take it... slowly. Watching you. Because I am drunk. Good plan, Neddy.
[That sure is a needy drunk. Ned lingers there, hands up in case he needs to catch Jacob falling on his face, and it all just makes him laugh again. It's enough to motivate him to lean forward for one more kiss, softer than before so that Jacob isn't knocked over, before he really pulls away and steps back.
Where this spare blanket happens to be is in one of his desk drawers, which he turns and half-stoops to get into now. Clearly this is his "I am self-aware enough to know I'll pass out at my desk today" blanket, nothing special, but functional and warm. He looks at it for a moment, wondering just how willing he is to make Jacob sleep on the floor.] You know, there's a couch downstairs. My boys've left by now.
That's a lot of effort to come bother you in the morning. [Was that persuasive? Probably not. Jacob's more willing to sleep on the floor than leave Ned alone, though, so that must mean something.
He doesn't seem to want to debate it either, with how he's taking the blanket without a second thought.] I don't snore, if that's what you're worried about.
[Hmm, snoring is not really the point... It's leaving his boyfriend or whatever asleep on the floor while he sleeps in his bed. But he can't just drag Jacob into bed after some clumsy kissing—]
Jacob... [judging...... sleeping on the floor isn't good?? Ned thinks for a good ten seconds before he sighs and reaches over to tug on the edge of the blanket.] We'll both go downstairs.
[The floor is not the worst place Jacob's slept, so he's reasonably surprised that he didn't just let it go. It was a pleasant surprise, though, and he's smiling all the same.] That's fair.
[Ned is sweet. Jacob tousles his hair and reaches to take his hand, both out of affection and to keep himself steady when walking.] You're something else, Ned Wynert.
[Don't call him out like this. Ned hums, like he's annoyed by the hair tousling, but his heart clearly isn't in it from how he tangles his fingers with Jacob's so quickly.]
Gee, thanks. Come on, let's go. Don't drop your blanket.
[Come downstairs with him, down the hall and to the mystery door. There's a sitting room behind it, cramped but cozy. And there's a couch! Nice.]
[After a few instances where Jacob pretended he nearly would drop the blanket, and one where he almost did, he behaves all the way to the sitting room. He likes Ned's fingers in his, and he almost doesn't want to get settled if it means breaking apart.]
Almost as good as the one of the train. [It'd be insulting if he weren't sure Ned would agree with him. He'll go check out this couch, he guesses. I'll be tested by if he can take up the whole thing. He'll reluctantly let Ned's hand go to recline on it, hmmm.] Almost.
[He's cute and obnoxious, that's Ned's assessment. Once he's dragged them to the couch, Ned stands back to let Jacob criticize his furniture, apparently. Hmph.]
That's for sure. It's a long walk to the station and your sister wouldn't appreciate me popping in so late, or, y'know... [trains] Too bad.
[...ah, but,] I was kind of picturing you leaving me some room.
She wouldn't appreciate me popping in either. [On his train!! Terrible. But this isn't his train, so he guesses he'll drag his feet off and lean back enough to give Ned some room.
Some. He'a still big and dumb.] And here I'd thought you wouldn't resist laying on me.
[Ned scoffs at that, but he won't ruin the evening with what he thinks of Miss Frye's attitude, even with all that whiskey in him. He saunters over to the couch instead, taking special care to nudge Jacob's leg with his very fine shoe as he sits down. Not very romantic, but.. baby steps.]
If you were hoping I'd throw myself into your waiting arms, you're gonna be disappointed. [nudge, nudge,] They're not half bad arms and I haven't not thought about it, but I always keep my eye on this little thing called self control. Heard of it?
[He was sort of tired like ten minutes ago, and now he's like this. Nerves.]
Never. Shocking. [Jacob grinned, nudging his shoe into Ned's. He preferred Ned ten minutes ago over this, but he won't try to drag him back out of his comfort zone. He'll thread his fingers back through Ned's, though, just to start.]
I'm not going to strangle you in your sleep, Ned. [It could be antagonizing, if it weren't spoken so softly.] You know that, right?
[At least he has a sense of humor. Ned squeezes his fingers lightly, a little token of his affection and appreciation for the... patience. He didn't think he was that obvious, but well, it looks like Jacob pays more attention than he thought. There's credit to him for that, certainly.]
You asking how much I trust you, Jacob Frye? I'm giving it real serious thought. [It's his damned nerves moreso than it is Jacob, honestly, but that's more than a little embarrassing.] I don't share my bed... or my couch with just anyone.
And I'm honored. [Jacob won't comment on trust. He thinks he's a reliable person and he really doesn't get why anyone else would think otherwise, and with how many drinks he'd had... he'd go off on a tangent. Instead, he just offers one of his stupid smiles.]
I'll let you in on a secret, Ned. I don't either. [Is that all that surprising? He can't tell.] You're probably the... only [second, but,] person in London that can say they've kissed Jacob Frye.
Probably. [For his part, Ned only assumes Jacob's awkward wording means he's been kissing while drunk before. That doesn't count, as long as he didn't catch something. Hmm.
Either way, after a moment of thought, Ned sighs and relaxes a little more - but he's still staying on his part of the couch. For now.] Maybe I should be worried how quick you jumped to strangling me in my sleep.
[Jacob probably wishes it were just drunk kissing. He purses his lips as his minds decides to linger on it, but Ned's hand in his anchored him to the present. He had nice kisses. Ned didn't ruin the desire for him.]
I don't know what you think of me. What else am I supposed to say? [He leans his head back to look up at the ceiling, crossing his legs at the ankles in some attempt to actually relax.]
[Oh—oh. That gets Ned to look down at his shoes with a low hum, like alright, maybe Jacob has a point there. He does; Ned can't deny that he's... paranoid, to say the least, and to anyone outside himself it must seem completely selfish. And it is, so.
Jacob is right! Hooray...]
What do I think of you...? I like you, and that's why I kissed you. That part's easy. [He can't get the rest out, tapping his thumb against Jacob's hand in his while he thinks about it.] I'll have to tell you the rest sooner or later, so you're gonna have to trust me and keep being patient.
I already trust you. [Jacob turned his head to glance back at him, raising his brows. He trusted Ned enough to kiss him, to hold him close, and... well, he was a simple man. He just assumed the rest was implied.
But Ned was different. He can understand that. He can squeeze his hand and smile at him like everything was fine.] I guess I can be patient, as long as you keep kissing me sober.
Work, work, work... Well, if that's what it takes. [Jokes!! He's chilled out enough to make jokes, so that's progress. For now, this is enough. It helps that Jacob trusts him, as much as Ned would ordinarily inform him that he's too trusting, to trust someone like Ned so easily. But whatever.]
Ought to do a lot of things. You're distracting. [Jacob says just before a yawn. This is a losing battle, he knows. If he doesn't fall asleep on his own he'll pass out saying something embarrassing.]
Kiss you in the morning. [Because of course, he has to be awake to be embarrassing. He shifts to lay his head back on the makeshift pillow.] If you don't first...
It's not a race, Jacob. Don't try to fake me out about sleeping. [He'll even scoot just a fraction closer to Jacob, you know, to motivate him to go to sleep. Is it working.]
Very good night. [It is working. Ned might find an arm around him at some point, whether or not Jacob was all that conscious. He also might find Jacob's head winds up leaning on him more than the blanket, and that it's unfolded over the both of them in the morning.
And that Jacob did think of it as a race, because he keeps to his word with a kiss to his cheek as soon as he decides he's sober enough.]
[Ned sleeps, somehow, with a needy boy clinging to him and no actual bedtime comforts. Sleeping in day clothes is a little less uncomfortable on the couch compared to at his desk, so there's that. At some point he managed to take off his glasses and put them aside on a rickety little table, so he's blind and squinting when he wakes up in the morning all wrapped up like this with Jacob.
Thankfully his head hurts just enough to remind him what he's doing there before he does something rash like push anybody off the couch. He's still waking up when Jacob kisses his cheek, so he tries to sort of stretch his arms and reach for Jacob at the same time, to tug him into a proper kiss. Promise: kept.]
[Jacob didn't think he'd ever be happy during a hangover, and yet... Jacob's smiling, and even laughing against his lips. He almost expected to wake up alone. He almost expected to wake up on the train and last night be some fever dream. He can't help it.]
You didn't move, did you? [He says, before leaning to steal another kiss.] I'm not so terrible after all.
I didn't say you were. [Jeez, stop with that self-esteem. Ned combs his fingers through Jacob's hair, marveling a little himself that he's actually managed to do this. So dozing off on a couch with someone isn't incredibly daring, but every little thing feels like it weighs much more to him. Waking up hungover isn't usually a good time, but right now he's happy Jacob didn't disappear in the middle of the night.
Of course, he has Things to Do, so their morning smooch reverie has to end sooner or later.] Hmm. Breakfast, then I've got places to be. I'm probably already running late and things'll go to shit if I don't show my face soon. C'mon, up.
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I'll take it. [He's not picky. In fact, he's so eager he has to find balance on the chair's arm, lest he want to fall back into it.] I will take it... slowly. Watching you. Because I am drunk. Good plan, Neddy.
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Where this spare blanket happens to be is in one of his desk drawers, which he turns and half-stoops to get into now. Clearly this is his "I am self-aware enough to know I'll pass out at my desk today" blanket, nothing special, but functional and warm. He looks at it for a moment, wondering just how willing he is to make Jacob sleep on the floor.] You know, there's a couch downstairs. My boys've left by now.
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He doesn't seem to want to debate it either, with how he's taking the blanket without a second thought.] I don't snore, if that's what you're worried about.
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Jacob... [judging...... sleeping on the floor isn't good?? Ned thinks for a good ten seconds before he sighs and reaches over to tug on the edge of the blanket.] We'll both go downstairs.
[The context matters, don't judge him,]
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[Ned is sweet. Jacob tousles his hair and reaches to take his hand, both out of affection and to keep himself steady when walking.] You're something else, Ned Wynert.
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Gee, thanks. Come on, let's go. Don't drop your blanket.
[Come downstairs with him, down the hall and to the mystery door. There's a sitting room behind it, cramped but cozy. And there's a couch! Nice.]
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Almost as good as the one of the train. [It'd be insulting if he weren't sure Ned would agree with him. He'll go check out this couch, he guesses. I'll be tested by if he can take up the whole thing. He'll reluctantly let Ned's hand go to recline on it, hmmm.] Almost.
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That's for sure. It's a long walk to the station and your sister wouldn't appreciate me popping in so late, or, y'know... [trains] Too bad.
[...ah, but,] I was kind of picturing you leaving me some room.
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Some. He'a still big and dumb.] And here I'd thought you wouldn't resist laying on me.
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If you were hoping I'd throw myself into your waiting arms, you're gonna be disappointed. [nudge, nudge,] They're not half bad arms and I haven't not thought about it, but I always keep my eye on this little thing called self control. Heard of it?
[He was sort of tired like ten minutes ago, and now he's like this. Nerves.]
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I'm not going to strangle you in your sleep, Ned. [It could be antagonizing, if it weren't spoken so softly.] You know that, right?
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You asking how much I trust you, Jacob Frye? I'm giving it real serious thought. [It's his damned nerves moreso than it is Jacob, honestly, but that's more than a little embarrassing.] I don't share my bed... or my couch with just anyone.
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I'll let you in on a secret, Ned. I don't either. [Is that all that surprising? He can't tell.] You're probably the... only [second, but,] person in London that can say they've kissed Jacob Frye.
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Either way, after a moment of thought, Ned sighs and relaxes a little more - but he's still staying on his part of the couch. For now.] Maybe I should be worried how quick you jumped to strangling me in my sleep.
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I don't know what you think of me. What else am I supposed to say? [He leans his head back to look up at the ceiling, crossing his legs at the ankles in some attempt to actually relax.]
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Jacob is right! Hooray...]
What do I think of you...? I like you, and that's why I kissed you. That part's easy. [He can't get the rest out, tapping his thumb against Jacob's hand in his while he thinks about it.] I'll have to tell you the rest sooner or later, so you're gonna have to trust me and keep being patient.
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But Ned was different. He can understand that. He can squeeze his hand and smile at him like everything was fine.] I guess I can be patient, as long as you keep kissing me sober.
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You ought to get some sleep.
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Kiss you in the morning. [Because of course, he has to be awake to be embarrassing. He shifts to lay his head back on the makeshift pillow.] If you don't first...
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Good night.
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And that Jacob did think of it as a race, because he keeps to his word with a kiss to his cheek as soon as he decides he's sober enough.]
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Thankfully his head hurts just enough to remind him what he's doing there before he does something rash like push anybody off the couch. He's still waking up when Jacob kisses his cheek, so he tries to sort of stretch his arms and reach for Jacob at the same time, to tug him into a proper kiss. Promise: kept.]
You didn't even try to stay on your side.
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You didn't move, did you? [He says, before leaning to steal another kiss.] I'm not so terrible after all.
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Of course, he has Things to Do, so their morning smooch reverie has to end sooner or later.] Hmm. Breakfast, then I've got places to be. I'm probably already running late and things'll go to shit if I don't show my face soon. C'mon, up.
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He tried chasing Ned's lips for another kiss.] Surely I can have a few more minutes of your precious time.
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