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.
[Nnn stop, he can't take off work for kisses, as much as he'd like to. Jacob gets his latest stolen kiss anyway, but it's in the midst of Ned slipping away from his arms to get up.]
At breakfast, yeah. I told you I'd be busy today, remember? The wheels keep turning and I like to be there when my profits are involved.
[Come here, clingy boy, come see his kitchen which is more like a stove with a few cabinets shoved into a corner of the next tiny room.] You want eggs? I've got time for eggs and not much else.
I could cook bacon, if you trust me. [And if he has any... Jacob'a only half-paying attention, clearly still sulking over not being able to hold and kiss Ned all he wants. Give him a few minutes... or an hour, he's a baby.]
Dazzle me with your egg cooking skills, Wynert. [While he goes to rifle through things.]
What happened to "Ned"? [Don't be a baby, Jacob. Ned still lets him go through stuff - there might be some meat available, but not much, good luck - while he goes to get his eggs. However, the perils of criminal bachelor living:]
I've only got one pan. [It sounds stupid, when he says it out loud,] Make your bacon while I go put on a new shirt.
Ohhh, and miss the chance to join you. [Jacob says, dumbly, since he doesn't have any clothes to change into. He realizes this, but decides bacon is suddenly more important than admitting it.
So he'll cook his bacon. He's already thinking about where he can get another pan...] Have to look your best for business.
That's the idea. [Both looking his best and keeping Jacob busy so he doesn't have to make any weird excuses, in fact, but he'll leave it sounding like just the business part. He's stopped back in the doorway, looking back at Jacob making them breakfast, just taking in the scene—it doesn't seem like it's really happening. He never bothered to hope it would, lest he wind up disappointed... and now, well.
Hmm. He gives Jacob a real, genuine smile when he can catch his eye, before vanishing back upstairs to get dressed. Again. Re-dressed. He even does the favor of taking Jacob's things down from his office, leaving them on the couch with his own coat on his way back to the kitchen.] So? Smells like you're definitely trying to cook in here.
[Ned's smile was enough motivation for Jacob to put some real effort into cooking. Evie's told him it smells like he's set the train ablaze at times, but if he just tried harder...
Well, it'll be extra crisp bacon. It's Ned's fault, distracting Jacob from actually turning anything over until he came back. He confesses with a laugh, though,] It'll be great... if you like things burnt. Take over?
[This bacon is gay, just like Jacob... consequences, mister. Ned tsks, tugging his vest straight as he comes over.]
In all my finery? Here I was hoping you'd get excited and make the eggs for me while I was away. [He's sidled right up and bumped elbows with Jacob anyway, give him the pan.] You can find my completely legal dishware in the cabinet over there.
Completely legal? As opposed to... illegal dishware? What, did you steal from the palace? [Jacob relinquishes the pan, stepping out of his way to go find these 75% legal plates.] I know the queen, she wouldn't be happy.
[Hmmm... It's Jacob's turn to just stand there and appreciate Ned, just holding the plates rather than putting them down somewhere. Like an idiot.] I'll make you eggs next time.
Wouldn't you like to know. [That's his secret dish caper and he's keeping it mysterious. Take a guess. He'll get started on these eggs, but...] How well do you know the Queen?
[He's not native enough to really give a shit, but like, that's one hell of a connection. Stop giving him gay looks, this breakfast is on a time limit.]
She did name me Sir Jacob Frye for a reason. [The ever humble Jacob Frye will keep giving him gay looks, but at least he has enough sense to go set the plates down and find some silverware. He's helpful.]
Evie knows her better, but I think I have her charmed. Done quite a bit of work for her... Royalness. What's it to you?
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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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At breakfast, yeah. I told you I'd be busy today, remember? The wheels keep turning and I like to be there when my profits are involved.
[Come here, clingy boy, come see his kitchen which is more like a stove with a few cabinets shoved into a corner of the next tiny room.] You want eggs? I've got time for eggs and not much else.
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Dazzle me with your egg cooking skills, Wynert. [While he goes to rifle through things.]
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I've only got one pan. [It sounds stupid, when he says it out loud,] Make your bacon while I go put on a new shirt.
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So he'll cook his bacon. He's already thinking about where he can get another pan...] Have to look your best for business.
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Hmm. He gives Jacob a real, genuine smile when he can catch his eye, before vanishing back upstairs to get dressed. Again. Re-dressed. He even does the favor of taking Jacob's things down from his office, leaving them on the couch with his own coat on his way back to the kitchen.] So? Smells like you're definitely trying to cook in here.
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Well, it'll be extra crisp bacon. It's Ned's fault, distracting Jacob from actually turning anything over until he came back. He confesses with a laugh, though,] It'll be great... if you like things burnt. Take over?
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In all my finery? Here I was hoping you'd get excited and make the eggs for me while I was away. [He's sidled right up and bumped elbows with Jacob anyway, give him the pan.] You can find my completely legal dishware in the cabinet over there.
[Probably 75% true.]
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[Hmmm... It's Jacob's turn to just stand there and appreciate Ned, just holding the plates rather than putting them down somewhere. Like an idiot.] I'll make you eggs next time.
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[He's not native enough to really give a shit, but like, that's one hell of a connection. Stop giving him gay looks, this breakfast is on a time limit.]
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Evie knows her better, but I think I have her charmed. Done quite a bit of work for her... Royalness. What's it to you?
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