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“As she should” Jacob chimed in. He was biased, obviously, that and he was the apple of his grandmother’s eye, especially right now when he seemed to be the only connection to her late daughter. While he and his brothers all took after their father more when it came to appearances –– dark hair, dark eyes –– Jacob had certainly had more of his mother’s compassionate nature in him. “It’s only as deep as you let it be” He added with the shrug of his shoulders. Besides, he understood why people were so guarded all the time, however, he never lived his life that way, at least not with people he knew. “That last one sounds like the biggest regret considering the look of this wall right now” he said witha. smirk, taking another look at the uneven shelf along with the various holes from the screws put into the wall previously. “Yeah see I never said I was good at this. You’re the one who assumed I was because of my height, so you pretty much fucked yourself on this one” He said, not taking any blame even though he probably should have. “Movies based on semi-accurate lives” he corrected, “Nothin’ just hangin’ around” Jacob offered as an answer. While he had obviously gotten up to a lot over the last twenty-years, there was nothing particularly worth mentioning. He didn’t go to an impressive college like Brennan, or have a family like Andie. All he had was his father and now he was gone there wasn’t much left in his life that was worth anything.
"God, were you always this insufferable? Oh, wait... Yeah. Yeah, you were," she said as if it was all suddenly coming back to her. She teased, but really she felt a hint of jealousy over his relationship with her. Her aunt wasn't the sentimental type, not in the way her mother had been. Her grandparents lived out of state and made it clear when Margot's parents passed away that they had no interest in raising another child. "Seriously, though, don't mind me. I'm just hopelessly bitter that I don't have someone like her in my life." The brunette shrugged in response to his comment. She kept her secrets mostly to keep him and other people comfortable. No one wanted to hear her sob story and most people wouldn't know what to say about it if they did hear it. "Aren't regrets inherently kind of deep and depressing, though? Like real regrets, not the ones I just made up on the spot." The seriousness in her tone vanished the second she looked at the shelf behind him. She cringed slightly as she approached it, picking up the plant she had planned to put there and gently putting it down. She waited a few seconds to make sure the whole thing didn’t fall apart and turned to him. “Well, it’s not sliding off and the shelf is holding up... I’d call that a success. Everything else about this house is kind of crooked and patched up, so it fits the vibe the whole I-inherited-this-house-and-have-no-idea-what-I’m-doing vibe I’ve got going.” Her eyes narrowed in disbelief, not really buying his nonchalent answer. “You moved to New York for years and just ‘hung around’,” she said with air quotes. “Come on, give me something to work with so I can replace the version of you that called me Maggot that’s stuck in my mind.”














